Author nasir

Today, I rode by Leaves dropping near trees In the afternoon When wind whirled them to the sky, Thickly, silently, Fell, like snowflakes wiping out noon; And wandered thence For thinking of multitude All withering lay, Slain by no wind… Continue Reading →

Futility in 2nd person Move you into the sun – gently my touch woke you once, At home, whispering of fields half-sown. Always it woke you , even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse… Continue Reading →