"Winter Moon," For Three Poems Composed at the Monthly Poetry Meeting of Dharma Sign Joben
As the hour grows late,
the sound
of the storm
in the sky
rings out,
cold and clear;
in gaps between the clouds —
frozen rays
the sound
of the storm
in the sky
rings out,
cold and clear;
in gaps between the clouds —
frozen rays
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