"Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?"
(where are the snows of yesteryear)
-Francois Villon
the readers of a fine braile
refined; the readers of snowthemselves snow
passing away into mirrors
not of their own
devising; revising
words and do they fall away
like snows beyond the sleeve
of the woods you know, you knew
and will they be renewed
or will they fade frost flowers into
Infinite windows
closed on Earth?
mary angela douglas 7 december 2015
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