These November roads
When the moon rides high and cold
Beckon and call to the restless
The shadowed bars of the forest
Are gates on the way
Who has the key?
Not I.
Uncategorized acairfearann 19:27
These November roads
When the moon rides high and cold
Beckon and call to the restless
The shadowed bars of the forest
Are gates on the way
Who has the key?
Not I.
A seed-nurture it.