Winter Travel.
Star cold night frost on ground, ice floes
on the lake; glittering moon too does its
best, to make a landscape magic, as seen
from an express train hastening through
the night, to a town that sell coffee, hot
buns with butter that melts on the tongue.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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