Leaves lie still
on the black bough of the road
stretching its winding limb
through a silent city
My body wishes to join
that flat sleepy stillness
no sky to reach to
instead a bed of icy earth
The world lies alone
not lonely lying in wait
for a rising of life
now still and asleep
MA in Classics: Latin poetry as well as myth and folklore. Writes mostly poetry and book reviews. Part-time Latin tutor: https://latinbyabby.wordpress.com/
MA in Classics: Latin poetry as well as myth and folklore. Writes mostly poetry and book reviews. Part-time Latin tutor: https://latinbyabby.wordpress.com/
