BJ ( / Chicago, Illinois)

Dark Crows

thick dark Crows circling to land.
at dusk with brown leaves swirling-
-It's true. I am the black crow-
and the bare tree waiting.

by Barbara James

Comments (4)

A silhouette; Dark Crows in the vast sky comes to its roost on a bear tree. Which gives a sad notion?
Great poem, deep thoughts---Melvina
Like Tailor said, a thoughtful piece indeed. Nickie x x
thought provoking piece, Barbara. vibrant. -Tailor B.