
From another angle

I came here all the way for nothing
Empathy
Why not?
We’ll go our own way, anyway
Snowing again
Yellow fleece

He wore a yellow fleece,
Wherever he might go,
Until the night he vanished,
In the falling snow.
But following his lilting music,
Along the brook’s icy flow,
I found him in the swinging pines,
Radiating in luminescent glow.
SRB – February 2, 2025