Poems From Providence - The Poet's Press

are branches of a spreading beech
retell the long years’ chase of sun,
the repeated losses of winter.
Which is the emblem of Lovecraft’s sleep?
His life lays stripped
as that sorrowed beech
where his initials are carved
(real or spurious?)
his nightmares the evergreens,
lingering through seasons,
harboring night-wing
as readily as lark.