The Archive

Friday, 2 January 2015


Few bells toll for trees and high grass  
Hinder winter, and soil the ground
Appease and recoil delight, and in the night
Leaf cast shadow to the ground

Winter pursed with fierce bloom
Grunter, hunt her two howls of sound
Ruptured dead with it naught today, and with delay
The leaf cast shadow to the ground 


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