When
Cold Wintry Nights
Approach
Again!
(I Think I read somewhere
That the earth is an Old Revolving Woman)
Starchy airs drop on dry alveoli
Left parched after scorched
summers
And dry eyes strain on beyond the
skinny naked trees
In a placid landscape of white
Then the
Mind Ties In Quietly the
Years Thoughts in Bundles
Like My Cucus did and do with firewood
And The Prevailing Bareness Burns
Itself
Out!
IN
Laughing Fires.
(Cucus means grandmothers)
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