Unseen 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
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