I'm wakened, drawn toward the ice-thin window,
to witness scenes as faint and still as death.
How bleak the moon; how bare the trees and meadows;
sky's pale maw overhangs
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A refined poetic imagination, John B. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
A thrilling tribute to wildlife! Thoroughly enjoyed every line. And John, thanks for the notes. They bring a whole new dimension to this excellent write.
Thanks, Richard. I'm glad you enjoyed it and I appreciate the close read of the lines and the notes!