Clouds scud swiftly in a leaden sky,
leafless trees bend and bow,
whilst pigeons shelter in their skeletal arms;
leafless trees bend and bow,
whilst pigeons shelter in their skeletal arms;
and all the while,
the crows dance and gambol
and ride the wild wind.
the crows dance and gambol
and ride the wild wind.
Just a flying visit for now. There may be more later.
I love flying birds. It looks a bit like you planted a seed and something bigger is coming up. Have a happy Friday:)
ReplyDeletelove your poem... just flying by myself! hehe xo L.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem and sketch ~ Soar! ~ (A Creative Harbor) ^_^
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and sketch!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem and sketch. It would be fab if you joined us at Paint Party Friday one day.
ReplyDeleteVery essence-capturing and timely words..nice:)
ReplyDeleteWe cut down a big tree, (had no choice) and now very confused wood pigeons sit on the nearby fence wondering what has happened to their world. ( Where have our skeletal arms gone to?)
We did wait though,until they had finished nurturing a very late brood.
The tree will be replaced with something a tad more approproate in size:)
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