Winter’s dusk forlorn on the moor has found me.
Sky has cried its tears; now I soak in stillness.
All at once, I hear in the gloaming - bird song
flooding the wasteland!
Feb. 4, 2019
Entered Aug. 22, 2021
for William Kekaula's 'Your Best Sapphic Stanza' Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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