Still the night, while in cold snowfall
Stars shine, to reach the diamond earth -
in such pale heat is my spring.
Distant, a small still point, dancing.
Distant is the music of the spheres.
Distant, and far.
Ah, love, that yours should be
such a wintry sun!
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Excavations
PoetryOld poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024. Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...