Snow has fallen all around us.
Humans make their patterns:
Clear a path here, pile it slightly...
whitish drapes in tatters.
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Lovely poem. What is the form? I recognize it, but don't know what it's called.
Posted by: Bob Gehrenbeck | 2017.12.17 at 19:59