A Poem Is a Landscape of the Mind
It was the winter of my life. Afternoons, / I watched light fade / from the faces of brownstones.
Illustration by Anne Le Guern
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It was the winter of my life. Afternoons, I watched light fade from the faces of brownstones. I took long, aimless walks by the water. Each day more leaves fell. The starkness of trees nearing winter, their sheer nakedness. . .
