You can see the Island of Crete from this ruin. Gorgeous view down. I remember kinda wishing I had some color Fujifilm perhaps, just for the sea’s fantastically luminous bottle-green embrace … but no.
~ a winter window
weakly thrashing, bony limbs
under the ministrations
of a light which provides no heat.
frozen rain falls steadily
bitter weeping melting flat white knives
into the tools i will use to stay alive
when all the tears are gone.
watching the weak, half-hearted
turnings of a
c. Mary Kathryn Gough, Feb 13, ’05, edit Nov 16, ’11