No gold complexion
warms the table
Only gray
Its modest pall
warms the table
Only gray
Its modest pall
cloaks the dawn
as wind-song
falls away
and through staid trees
tear- melodies
splatter the face of earth
tear- melodies
splatter the face of earth
as she swallows
drab snow-flake seas
in her gracious mouth
Gripping winds recoil and ponder
This dashing, splashing
gray array
in her gracious mouth
Gripping winds recoil and ponder
This dashing, splashing
gray array
surging from earth's south-east corner
perplexing winter's
perplexing winter's
Stiff foray
Janet~
This is really wonderful!
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