Walk
Walk
Snarls and whips of bracken
An eye glowing behind a lid of cloud
And fractals of black branches
Dulled by wrinkled ice in a ditch
The frozen face of the wind
Walk
Snarls and whips of bracken
An eye glowing behind a lid of cloud
And fractals of black branches
Dulled by wrinkled ice in a ditch
The frozen face of the wind
I LOVE THIS POEM!
Thank you, Jon for posting it.