The Night, Trembling
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The Night, Trembling I remember you arrivinga little shy, your gaze
intent,in early spring long beforemagnolias or even the crocuses. Our
mouths moved quic...
Monday, November 4, 2013
Anniversary
A new year:
old wine
new cake
rain.
I remember our first walk through the woods as if it were two hours ago:
it was dusk
an orange sun slipped behind the sugar bush.
A snowy owl
ghostly pale silent
coursed overhead.
Wondrous, you say,
Abendteuer.
Strange to think, when the ice came,
how those trees did shatter.
As for us, we are still here,
adventuring.
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