The Night Poem by Patti Masterman
The Night
the night written down awakens love in a verse
each death hunting journey of exposure
lives on in starry mountain lights;
old men together often go quiet,
for all love the lines, green with mist
as high along the hills, a treacherous freedom:
the gray muse sits, rhyming time with season.
Friday, April 2, 2010
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5/6/2024 6:11:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'the gray muse sits, rhyming time with season' Very memorable lines Patti...