this rhyme is held in permafrost
so I can write no more
before the warmer kiss of spring
wakes it to its thaw
until then it sleeps suspended
and dreams of April’s days
to bring life to its destiny
and breath to its final phrase
this rhyme is held in permafrost
so I can write no more
before the warmer kiss of spring
wakes it to its thaw
until then it sleeps suspended
and dreams of April’s days
to bring life to its destiny
and breath to its final phrase
