Frost covers the rooftops
Where the sun has yet
To reach
And turns blades of grass
Into silver-white slivers
Glistening in the
Morning light -
While doves offer
Mourning coos and
Little sparrows chirp,
Coal-black crows fight
For pieces of bread
Left out on a wintery lawn -
Three weeks into Spring.
Coal-black crows fight at morning and cool breeze of spring we feel while we have spring morning walk. An amazing imagery is drawn in this poem. This is excellently penned...10