Michael Edwards

PRECOGNITION

 

 

 

 

PRECOGNITION

 

 

Through bare branches, swinging, swaying,

howling winter winds declare

the end of autumns cloak of gold

in days of dark and drear.

 

Hoping soon once solstice passed

with benefit of spring bestowed

midst avian songs and shoots of green

I’ll chart the labyrinthine road.