gnarled charcoal branches and crystal fans of frost pattern winter’s closed curtains only a faded red pasture gate a stop sign at the end of the lane a worn denim sky snag the unending fabric of white and grey lately my shoulders never unclench everything is hunched bent over
The Unfairness of March
gnarled charcoal branches and crystal fans of frost pattern winter’s closed curtains only a faded red pasture gate a stop sign at the end of the lane a worn denim sky snag the unending fabric of white and grey lately my shoulders never unclench everything is hunched bent over