February 4, 2013 by William Leed
When salience and collection
summon one to a winter’s chill
those of a summer’s drove
will be forgotten
for the quiet passion of number.
Posted in Poetry | Tagged chill, collection, drove, forgotten, number, passion, poem, poetry, quiet, salience, summer, talking leaves, william leed, winter | 1 Comment
quiet passion of number… Loved this expression
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