Piery's Shore X (December) by Leonard M HawkesUnseen are the northern rocks,
Swallowed in sulfury mist;
Southward, the half moon's
Broken eye gapes cold
On my nakedness.
Westward in the salt marsh,
A bird's shriek fractures the night;
Indecisive with wintry hope,
I gaze eastward,
Searching for Light.
12/18/2004 Author's Note: 'Tis the season;
(after West Corinne--
"Piery's Shore X")
Posted on 12/19/2004 Copyright © 2025 Leonard M Hawkes
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