January
The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between the dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor,
And parkas pile up
Near the door.
The River is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees’ black lace.
The sky is low.
The wind is grey,
The radiator
Purrs all day.
Wow so beautiful! Looks magical
Thank you Lili!!
POSTMODERN DECONSTRUCTION MADHOUSE From 3/1/14 will focus exclusively on reflections on Saul Bellow, John Updike, and Don DeLillo. NOTE Any quotes from copyrighted works on this blog are for scholarly purposes only and quoted under the Fair Use Act.http://postmoderndeconstructionmadhouse.blogspot.com/2013/09/remarks-on-don-delillo-at-ala.html#.UyN3Gz9dXxA