White Out by Kristina Woodhill I need the snow in winter like fine silt that covers last the grave i need the white out the blizzard blowing madly drifting over last season's tired ideas forced notions and held-onto tattered endings i need to not see through the blind virginal veil no rope line to the barn to lead me safely i need to be stood still in the field no idea which way the furrows lead i need to count each flake and then count each flake again i need the snow in winter 01/29/2008 Posted on 01/29/2008 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)