February 19
Minus 28. Snow adds up.
But stopped for crows holed up in hackberry trees,
Feathered with muddy rust and winter wheat
Almost like doves, I thought,
Wanting something more.
February 19
Minus 28. Snow adds up.
But stopped for crows holed up in hackberry trees,
Feathered with muddy rust and winter wheat
Almost like doves, I thought,
Wanting something more.
