new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
What a wonderful notion, the wind afraid and huddled behind a door.
Vassilis, perhaps it's because it's busy howling outside my door at this very moment. Not hiding or huddling, mind you -- all too forthright, and delivering enough rain to fill a dry lunar sea.An excellently provoking double-take, this one.
What a notion indeed, depending on how we read what comes after the why and Tom's take on this is unequivocal.