ㅁ That one leaf was hanging there, still attached, but as I watched, the cold air blew it away, who knows where.
Month: November 2021
Caveat: Tree #1019
Caveat: Poem #1919 “Shakespeare’s conceit”
ㅁ It's possible to have a dream, I know, that convolutes the mind's perceptions such that all the words the dream presents unfold in quatrains executed in blank verse.