Thursday 4 January 2018

SIX

rusted clear
wind athwart themselves,
mute,

whiten, like
wild white gray
remote

silver plumes
under stone-cast cluster'd
unhail'd

sunlight cloaks
of wind dazzling
early,

snowy darken'd
wound armour all
silken

four unlifted
shadow a gray.
one

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