haven't intentionally written a poem in 15 years or so. but last night watching the crows leave for roost well i was inspired.and it might well be crap
editing by ~depleted [link]
(his gallery definitely worth a look for crow lovers everywhere)
this is the pre edit version:
wanderers cross burning skies
wisps of smoke from embers rise
fly towards the dying light
seek refuge from the night
sleep in black where shadows hide
with mornings touch
cast fear aside
tonight i'm not so sure which one i like best. opinions welcomed...
if you have one...