Turning

Dave BontaSad

where we go to church leaves turning

the north is like a mordant for our wine-laden loss

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 11 December 1666.

Dave Bonta
SourceLicence:CC BY-SA 4.0
Mood:
Sad
Topics:
wine, loss, church, leaf

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