I always write about gloom and fog (Remove filter)
A Sort of Remembering
Gloomy, rain-heavy clouds
Are attractive;
Particularly
In meloncolic moods
Where old constellations
Of memories and people
Loom like foggy ghosts.
And then wind
Draws over the hills
Quickly, quietly.
It is damp
And the fever
Of dawn is null.
Sharp breath in,
And the mist peirces
A blood-red veil
Of flesh and cave;
Then release,
And the gum braised
Air returns to
D...
Thursday 17th August 2017 8:04 pm
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