counting crows

The earth is quiet

As silent as a tomb


Crows gaggle on a wire

Against a harvest moon


It seems a thin place

Where I am standing


As if time…were standing still


I count the crows descending

They are bound to get there fill


The dawn will

Chase the darkness


The scarecrow fails

To shoo the crows


There is sweetness

 In this dreaming


Only the… created creator knows


In the soul is found contentment

When busy counting crows