Nine Crow Poems

After the harvest
rain pours onto empty fields
leaving only crows.
.
.
Sleepy afternoon
I briefly awaken to
the sound of a crow.
.
.
Winter breathes her last
rising from empty branches
victorious crow.
.
.
Opening his beak
a crow lets out the soft sound
of the sun rising.
.
.
Summer evening
waiting for the light to fade
a crow on a branch.
.
.
First quarter moon —
evening shadows
release a crow.
.
.
Rearranging
pieces of night
God holds up a crow
.
.
After the harvest
crows scatter over far fields
no more hungry ghosts.
.
.
Autumn winds
finally meet their match
defiant crow.

 

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