As the river’s roiling darkles streams of light across it,
The damp brown leaves blow over trunks of birch;
As wet snowflakes seethe in streetlamps’ yellow light,
So, flurries of old syllables consume a silent watcher.
Jeffery Grey is an undergraduate student at Northern Michigan University. He was formerly attending the New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary, but has now turned instead to secular literature, and the frigid north, to breathe some fresh air.
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