Tag: cartography

I. The sidewalks are the same, Though the green has faded Giving way to a browned winter, scrubbed clean. Nestled in the  pallid wintery boughs lies the moon, ‘Tis trapped in a triangular web. The liquidy Moonlight’s reflection, melts into amber pools, That mellows the night’s edges. The city’s  a canvas Etched on our pyches.…