shifting from my dreamI fret myself to wakefulness
certain to avoid in future
what I'll face anon: the squandered
perfect snow-lit day–
the pupils of my eyes dilatedmy vision to survey–I'll lose bright winter hours after,seasick, shading glorious lightin which I'd normally delight.
©2015 Ravenna Taylor
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