Winter Afternoons

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are…. When it comes, the Landscape listens – Shadows – hold their breath – When it goes, ’tis like theContinue reading “Winter Afternoons”