The Crows Fly Home Before Nightfall - Poem by Elizabeth Liechti
The sun falls
They spill across the air
A stream of shadows
Poured into some branched and woody vase
Stripped leafless in the winter air
Silent as thought
As open to interpretation as memory.
I stand in the snow unable to follow.
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