Awful & astonishing night will clasp at the leaves; at the coins of a ruined country: yellow maple; red procession; black branches. As I
Forgive me, she happened to look & think & sound— rather like you, especially the youthful Amy with beret & pearls in London. Her
Crows zig past a scold of clouds. Winds come and go in frantic bursts. Trees hasten toward the ground, then pleat the sky. All
As usual, I hardly felt the cold, or I felt it as I felt my own tongue in my mouth— gratefully. Freezing quiets the