summer skin raked in mounds heralds winter bone unveiling (whisper white twilight) to the swaying wine house we tilt curved moon and sing snow (autumn ends in bright ruin and we step thin) first frost settles on our mingled clothes.
10/31/2006
Author's Note: !!!
Posted on 11/01/2006Copyright © 2025 Peter Hsu
!!! indeed. nice. very nice. +favs.
