Crows and a Rainbow

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Warm mist blows through the winter trees.

Sensing Spring in the distance, sparrows

and finches start their trilling.

Flocks of crows approach far off, 

tossed like torn black scarves of sorrow.
 

Late-morning sun breaks through,

a moment of silver opens the heavy clouds. 

A rainbow to the darkened north

shimmers, a luminous promise

(or is it just a myth?)

the colors of God, glowing

in the winter mist.

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