The Crows Fly Home Before Nightfall Poem by Elizabeth Liechti

The Crows Fly Home Before Nightfall



The sun falls
Daylight shatters.
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.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,snow,winter
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