‘Lara’s theme’

four grayhounds howl outside the whitened

Yuriatin midnight-

and the fierce winter wind

passes thrashing the desolated village,

much like the war that came

in devasting footsteps

and left the fear-ridden souls

with nothing but yearning even deeper,

for what?

maybe a greener horizon, renewal of love…

whatever dream the ink is capable of dreaming,

or was taught to invoke

in the freezing memory of the withering writer

who is still a soldier in uniform,

but a refugee in his poems…

Gatineau

20:29 pm