December
nights are
an infinite stretch of quiet
in the cold Canadian north;
you can almost hear the
whir of earth revolving
on its axis
as if the snow was the
sum total of
all that churning
nights are
an infinite stretch of quiet
in the cold Canadian north;
you can almost hear the
whir of earth revolving
on its axis
as if the snow was the
sum total of
all that churning