a storm assembles
in the woods
the weight and shape of cold
The Particular Disposition Of Winter
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
a storm assembles
in the woods
the weight and shape of cold
cold frozen
dead asleep
time to thank time to weep
Oh, my. The shape of cold where I am is T.Rex gargantuan!
that’s headed our way I hear…
that T-Rex found us too!