The world has turned grey. Glutinous cumuli clog the air, Turbid ash-heaps pressing down Choking weight, portending Dull iron drops to pound
By Galadriel Coffeen5 years ago in Poets
I fly, and learn the meaning of delight: to taste rich wonder, edged with tang of dread as hills fold down to flatness from this height.
By Galadriel Coffeen8 years ago in Poets
