Winnowing
By Leslie Scoopmire Bedeviled by thoughts ominous and thoughts profound,wreathing fog about my noggin, sheathingperspective, restive, Idid not know how to spy the blue sky,to believe it abides, though veiled, beyond the steel-gray vault of cloud. What to keep, what to fling away,wheat and chaff, seed and soil, shell and sand-I cannot clear the threshing …
