The fragilesensibilityof wintercould onlyreticently relinquishits unyielding grip; this cold wavestill deepens fearthat the spring’simminentreturn is a matter ofopinion. Stretching ears:drops of melting ice!Those chilled tearsmight bring hope,or might lengthen these slenderpikes of winter’s fire. No false hopes.No wasted regrets.Our suns riseand return,vague practitioners passingin cryptic … Continue reading A Long for Sumarr




