Tuesday, October 13, 2009

October 13, 2009

winter's been
here too long, woman . . .
barren limbs!

sing me to sleep . . .
the wind!

one day, you
too will endure winter
without clothing

up early lighting

what i'd give
to be an egret
moored in mud

i cannot
be the mirror no one
could be . . .
the cost of a good
seat too costly

sail with me
into a black hole . . .
winter dusk

i cause a
friend grief, feed her
to winter

robert d. wilson