War Crow
A single crow
barks across
the dawn
the sunrise,
as the world
continues,
dreaming,
for all is hushed,
all is sleeping
all is still,
for in the returning
shadows
of sunlight,
with the first glance
of awakening,
morning opens
the coming shadows
of another
summer day.
but as the first,
the breath
of wind,
waits
and wafts,
the smoke
then stirs
through
memories
in the awakening
crowns of trees,
a flood of gold
passes through
the fingers
of the fall
of night,
losing her way
For the hope
in the dawn
and chorus,
suddenly stops
in a flurry,
a cloud
of wings,
a migration
of birds,
lifts and leaves
for in the not too distant
futures,
in the call
the coming of thunder
the earth itself
may stop,
and turn away,
away
from the future wars
of maybe,
for Europe is dulled
and dreaming
and bleeds
for another day.
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