11/10
It's almost December again
with winds like yawning angels
half frozen
lethargic
petulant
knowing that when the snow
breaks earthly bounds
they are as
invisible as air
chasing each other
through drifts of falling ice
unobserved
November is closing
and her arms
fold into themselves
gathering what warmth remains
like depression coal
watching with lidded eyes
for the yawning angels
who stir the breeze
and dance
unnoticed
in the snow.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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