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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Beautiful!!
My favourite line is how you talk about the crows
“tossed like torn black scarves of sorrow”
February 2, 2012 at 8:34 am