Sunday, February 6, 2011

Another Chance

In the evening when the lights go on
and I could hear the sound
of snow falling in the dark,
I think of the sunrises I have missed,
and the vow
of not wearing out

1 comment:

Rebekah said...

The play of light, and other times -- This poem sinks deeper on second and third reading. It would live well, too, in Classical Chinese, perhaps....