wordless peacock poem

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Wordless
Worldless
Within
Without
Will you
Won't you
Want to Know?

ruff a winter poem by pd lyons

ruff

                                                                   and would I know

winter

still sliding down

silvering  window

soft whispers

smoke secrets

between

this

and all those winter fires gone before

each ghost arrives upon the gale

welcomed beside the hearth

each breath of my own

rare and gifted by such drifters