Monday, September 3, 2012

Crows are back, Carrack Carrack
The great phalanxes of autumn slipped back unheralded until today,
now they make the aspen tremble, with their heavy bodies, strident calls.
Silent  magpies assemble, white chests still gleaming with the rime of winter,
watching these noisy posers, who carried spring home on sleek black wings.
Spring is back, Carrack Carrack


Kathie Brown said...

Guy, I love the feeling of this poem,and the calling, the announcing of the seasons!

Guy said...

Hi Kathie

I am glad you enjoyed it, thanks for your kind comment.