Two Poems November 15, 2021October 27, 2021 psalteryandlyre2 Comments Heaped like spring fleeces, like gold / dragon-hoarded, the waters wait for her will, / they wait to be laid down, like wine without vintage. ShareClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)