This is Golden Lane
to Cold Night creeping
down over ridges
of trees dying ablaze,
snuffed out by day’s end.
Winter’s vertical descent
slow, soft
then bone-chilling swift.
by Kathleen Raygoza
This is Golden Lane
to Cold Night creeping
down over ridges
of trees dying ablaze,
snuffed out by day’s end.
Winter’s vertical descent
slow, soft
then bone-chilling swift.