Christopher Hansard:[ seasons come]
Each of your moods and fleeting senses
are intimations of seasons
come and yet to be
for living in the human world
your breath is power
by which your identity moves and forms itself
constantly
by Christopher Hansard
Each of your moods and fleeting senses
are intimations of seasons
come and yet to be
for living in the human world
your breath is power
by which your identity moves and forms itself
constantly

