Where hope dwells, there the wolf
Nips at the heels of Arcadian
Legends. Send us dreams enough,
Minerva and Orion.
Adonis died upon the fall
From favor of Minerva;
He loved her not, and fell
The victim of her Furies.
Lord Jesu, grant
Us respite from
Legends, adamant.
A new day dawns.
2008
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Vintage Will Barber. Your last lines resonate with this reader. Beautifully written. Your poetess friend, Sandra