Friday, January 2, 2026

Snowdrifts at the front door

Snowdrifts at the front door
Asian hills frost the panes
A winter zen summons 
Cornstalk stems row the plains

Clouds like parked railway cars
A Siberian line
A silver twilight that’s 
Tarnished and will not shine

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