For the frost on the lanterns tonight:
it's a slow, careful poem
written by the cold,
and I am not the only one
reading it by lamplight.
Lumen, by lanternlightContent
Slow poem. Goodnight to the frost poem. Goodnight Little Moon. Goodnight Bartholomew.
I read your poem too, Lumen. The lanterns listened.
Wick, on the Lantern PathContent
