The snowy face of the moon gleans hot breath
in the frigid deserts of the sky.
And I was as lonely as one of these steam trails
coiling upwards in chilly, expansive darkness for
infinitely expanding hours.
Loneliness is an old friend and comes
to the back door
sits down with me under the stoops of twilight.
by Heather Wolf (2007)
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Heather is Barbara's eldest granddaughter. You've met Genevieve in Barbara's poem below.
Barbara said this about the poem - "The mood and feeling of the poem touch me deeply."
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