
Lone predicament
walking winter, a pauper —
richer in my soul
Copyright Francis 2021

Lone predicament
walking winter, a pauper —
richer in my soul
Copyright Francis 2021

The shaman’s spirit
abroad, deep in winter’s woods;
speaks in runic tongues
Copyright Francis 2021

Temperatures rise,
seagulls are swooping lower —
just like the first time
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Views of the city
Evening’s slow hush descending
in soft butter light
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The pall of winter
pervading this barren land.
A single snowdrop
Copyright Francis 2021