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
- Author: willyweed ( Offline)
- Published: June 15th, 2018 11:05
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 29
Comments6
There's reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last.
A fine write ww.
Thank You O
Like that positive thought that dawn will chase the darkness - how true WW. - -- a sweet dream of a read.
Thank you Faye, sweet dreams 4 u ww
Expected level, you surpass yourself.
Bravo!
Thank you so much nice of you to say. ww
You're welcomed, I'll write more but I have to dash to the south with a burning cross. Best Wishes.
Thanks WILLY ~ Great tribute to CROWS & CROWING ~ Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian
Great write ww and a fine positive ending.
all's well that end's well Thank you G I appreciate it
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