(Poem #166 on new numbering scheme)
There fell just a bit of snow Filling each pointed shadow Of all the trees and poles, so, turning blue, my breath knew where to go.
– an englyn unodl crwca
(Poem #166 on new numbering scheme)
There fell just a bit of snow Filling each pointed shadow Of all the trees and poles, so, turning blue, my breath knew where to go.
– an englyn unodl crwca