“Death”
Silent
was the creeping
dawn as death, in tandem,
sidled in; his visitation
noiseless.
was the creeping
dawn as death, in tandem,
sidled in; his visitation
noiseless.
(For the best cinquains, see Adelaide Crapsey site. )
"You must believe: A poem is a holy thing_a good poem that is." Theodore Roethke
