Blackened wind weaves patterns hollow..., by Ilya Shambat Blackened wind weaves patterns hollow /
Under barely breathing leaves /
And a trembling little swallow /
In dark skies a circle weaves.
Quietly...
With obscurely breathing leaves..., by David McDuff With obscurely breathing leaves /
the black wind rustles /
and a quivering swallow /
draws a circle in the darkened sky.
In my affectionate dyi...