Triad
These be
Three silent things:
The falling snow…the hour
Before the dawn…the mouth of one
Just dead.
-Adelaide Crapsey
November Night
Listen…
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.
-Adelaide Crapsey
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