Thursday, April 25, 2024

 

APOCHRYPHA

  

Without biblical imagery

A desiccated oak leaf

Swivels on its stem,

Stuck in a sunlit sheet of snow

Tracing a wheel within a wheel

With the points of its tips,

And comes to rest

Fixed like a sundial,

Shadow frozen

Upon the face of time

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