"yeuse" poems
The tear emerged
Already falling
Down my face
Over my breast
And around my waist
An arm snaking
A cold, damp embrace
Welcomes the fall
The summer child saying goodbye
To her season.
Greeting a shadowed distance
As yet cold, and de-luminate
Fog and mists unburnt
the path invisible pour les yeuse
therefore, essential.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 2:41 PM UTC