winter turns and curls dead slumber of the world whispering clouds fray downward to meet the earth as imperfect rain the world dreams of festering life and i, awake, dream of nothing
03/13/2010
Author's Note: In the midst of winter, in the midst of night.
Posted on 03/14/2010Copyright © 2026 Peter Hsu
nice, evocative. (as far as I'm concerned, spring can't come soon enough.)
