One Way of Looking At It Shiva-like, the pines Hold their many arms out, Jabbed full of needles. Someone drugged them. That’s why they stand so still. Necromancers, it is they Who raise the dead Rain as mist that hides The shy fields — the veil The groom of the sun Will solemnly lift.
One Way of Looking At It
One Way of Looking At It
One Way of Looking At It
One Way of Looking At It Shiva-like, the pines Hold their many arms out, Jabbed full of needles. Someone drugged them. That’s why they stand so still. Necromancers, it is they Who raise the dead Rain as mist that hides The shy fields — the veil The groom of the sun Will solemnly lift.