Grouped in three
the ravens perch,
closely watching
old footsteps
traveling the narrows,
black as coal
they flyaway,
leaving the darkness
in quiet interruptions
keeping silence whole,
bare as winter branches
the gray sky hanging low
thick with rippled light
closing in together
the afternoon now late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow I saw that yesterday afternoon.. great poetry