Paths and empty halls
Paths and empty halls
-by Nathalie Roy
Whichever way I walk,
I would come upon an empty hall.
There's a path to the front door of my house
that leads down a slope to the river,
The River of Abundance and Time.
She's frozen over now, in most places.
Coyotes cross over in the night.
Ice feathers cling to Her.
Rising early, I can...