Forgotten Ground Regained
Winter Window
In the morning’s quiet, calm and blue-grey, when the raucous, black redwing is still away, and the homely, winter-strewn, hoary shrouds remain upon the turf as tokens, like the clouds, that spring yet waits, spiteful, I can rest.
Copyright © Chase Ryan Moniz, 2024
First printed in Forgotten Ground Regained, New Series, Issue 5, Winter, 2025
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