Winter Grass
Everything’s so quiet with you.
Your only friends are wind and winter grass.
Most happy in deep November
You don’t go out at all.
Grey-brown boughs and barren bowers
Are all you’ve ever really needed. You
see all you’d ever want to from
Atop your garden wall.
How can one ever be so still?
I can only live on hard-won air,
While you breathe seasons in and out,
Gazing at frozen dew.
No one knows the depth of the sky
Nor the geography of the sea.
I used to wonder such great things,
Now, I wonder about you.
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Archaic House in Bogland.
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