winter poetry
December 29
December 29 Late December is generous with darkness. The hours of night roll into the hours of morning. The body slows. The body sleeps. The body dreams through the end of the counting months that fo…
winter poetry
December 29 Late December is generous with darkness. The hours of night roll into the hours of morning. The body slows. The body sleeps. The body dreams through the end of the counting months that fo…