| |
Loved and Lost
How I recall empathic tastes
Of winter frost,
And the bite of winds that railed against
The trees,
Dispersed with such unease
The deafening cries of those
Who loved and lost.
Mimicking in their jackboot stance
Upon the shore,
In the veil of mist, a carpet rolling in
The dawn,
The kettle whistle so forlorn,
The silenced tongues of those
Who loved no more.
|