it is a shadow day
of wind-blown trees
that sway
their bare limbs
and crows
that pierce the winter air
in every cut
of the sickle’s swing
Poetry of Love, Nature, Spirituality, and Dreams
Poetry of Love, Nature, Spirituality, and Dreams
it is a shadow day
of wind-blown trees
that sway
their bare limbs
and crows
that pierce the winter air
in every cut
of the sickle’s swing