I saw the heavens open,

And behold: righteousness

Fell like snow upon farmlands

So elusively glimpsed

Amid the mist and rain –

Last year’s possibilities —

Frozen eyes, or

It’s possible I just have

A guilty conscience

The island seduced me first,

She came after —

By then, I couldn’t distinguish

The winter woods are crying

And this path

Is through groups of mourners

having coffee together: it seems

so very civilized —

given we dislike each other

---

(A logune is 3-5-3 or 5-3-5 (like a lune), except using words instead of syllables. – Owen)

This place knows no lover –

Save the wanderer,

Who sees what isn’t here

---

 

Photo credit : © Nicolecastlebrookus | Dreamstime.com – Winter Landscape With Footbridge And Pond Photo