Sharp echoes
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Sharp echoes of crows
tumble through the trees
scratching green paint off the leaves
to reveal autumn’s gold
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Sharp echoes of crows
tumble through the trees
scratching green paint off the leaves
to reveal autumn’s gold
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As mist escapes the clutches of the night
feeling its way through branches of time
see how it comes alive
to the sound of the crow dawn dance
Oh listen to the cawing
as they burst through the mist
see their swirls of song erupt
in magnificent trails of flight
Listen to them now
shaking the dew from their wings
as they dance the crow dawn dance
wingtip stroking wingtip
Oh the noise
the beautiful noise
as they soar above treetops
with their voices scratching away morning chill
The sound of the crow dawn dance
echoes in the distance
fading like the mist
Oh they’ll be back tomorrow
Included in my book, ‘After the Rain’, 2017
Available from My Author Page at Lulu.com