Those crows

Those crows are back
hurling iron curses
at the high north winds
calling snow clouds
from the topmost
tattered tops
of the withering
dusky trees

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to Those crows

  1. gudge says:

    You sounded like a crow on that last phone message. Is that why I haven’t got my daily poem in over a week?

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