Philip Kirk


Departing

It has been one long year: time lonely spent
Once more I’m outside while the cold winds blow
Our house is vacant; it was time I went.
Beloved, do you remember the snow?

Stark and silent hills, the river below?
The endless forest, cloaked in brown and gray?
Though this place clings, I must finally go
That house grew too cold; I could never stay

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