Post by AquarianM on Sept 24, 2013 1:18:17 GMT -5
Secrets And Whispers...
In a dream I saw the sky open up,
And stared back at the warm blue of Summer,
Clutching the pockets of my warm coat,
I listen to the flocking cries of crows and ravens,
For corvids whisper secrets on the wind,
Dropping their weight before flying South,
Only to leave us to the coming cold,
Dark and dreary skies,
Black clouds and bone-cracked frozen ground,
Enough that I must bow my head,
Waiting and waiting for the signs of green,
Those rays of gentle hope that spring up from snow,
All the better to bury whispers and secrets,
In a rolling happy carpet fed by last Autumn's rotted leaves.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/23/2013
In a dream I saw the sky open up,
And stared back at the warm blue of Summer,
Clutching the pockets of my warm coat,
I listen to the flocking cries of crows and ravens,
For corvids whisper secrets on the wind,
Dropping their weight before flying South,
Only to leave us to the coming cold,
Dark and dreary skies,
Black clouds and bone-cracked frozen ground,
Enough that I must bow my head,
Waiting and waiting for the signs of green,
Those rays of gentle hope that spring up from snow,
All the better to bury whispers and secrets,
In a rolling happy carpet fed by last Autumn's rotted leaves.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/23/2013
