Mine is Through the Thicket

A fork flays the road. An offshoot course dawdles In the infinite horizon, The skies lit sapphiric blue While a single cloud floats in For a chat. Down the second split, Willows weeping golden Strands cloak the path black In the shadow of their limbs. But the solid glow Of a thousand lanterns’ fires Leads you … More Mine is Through the Thicket