I like the play on 'snowed' in the 3rd line, Dave, which ardens the
whole a bit....
Doug
On 26-Dec-08, at 9:46 PM, David Bircumshaw wrote:
> Even as I remember them, they fall from me.
> Perhaps we were once a part, apart now
> in the slush of waking, snowed by the fall
> of soft slow flakes of shall we call it time?
Douglas Barbour
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