Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Crows in Fog

Shrouded limbs
hang high 
over the rising red church.

the muted world
in morning's 
white core.

That's when crows 
black shadows
on thin branches, 

silently wait 
high above 
the empty schoolyard

for children's shrill calls
to begin another 
innocent day.

(16 March 2013)