Walhalla

a place of peace

high over the palatinate

a white of corners

heavy as a wooded hill

a hall of whispers and height

when a milk bride

throws a glance over marble

all wait like a clock

this angular memory of eyes

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this makes me think of Vermont...a pasture of cows waiting to be herded to the barn for milking...
they have their own clock...and know when it is time...it is like they whisper to each other to congregate when it is time.
nicely done...as is all your work...
j.

[Leslie Philibert]

My thanks for the kind words, and my best wishes

[Leslie Philibert]

My thanks for the kind words, and my best wishes