as fallen to
the sickl’d moon
a tune, to pale
a picket fence,
in thickset slip
a willow switch
to bramble hip,
considerate
a wicker chair,
the wicket wait
a lock as wide
the window seams
Poetry
as fallen to
the sickl’d moon
a tune, to pale
a picket fence,
in thickset slip
a willow switch
to bramble hip,
considerate
a wicker chair,
the wicket wait
a lock as wide
the window seams