(Poem #177 on new numbering scheme)
The cold crawled along the ground, creeping across without sound, grasping at fragments it found, unfurling, swirling slow, round and round.
– an englyn unodl crwca
(Poem #177 on new numbering scheme)
The cold crawled along the ground, creeping across without sound, grasping at fragments it found, unfurling, swirling slow, round and round.
– an englyn unodl crwca