As specks of white from up above (#269)
Jonathan Frech
As specks of white from up above
diminish in their quantity,
too feeble now, soon overpowered;
disrobed the streets lay bare.
Their prior cloak
a veil of white,
their rugged faces
now too apparent:
In a bid to⸺yes⸺retreat,
the forest looms a sanctuary;
alas it’s known too distant.