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Crow Wings
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a steep hillside in the woods
air hangs chill and still
silence
broken by sound of wings
beating air in steady rhythm
flying straight between trees
two crows on a mission
draw me in…
another world beckons
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The Renegade
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A different bird calls from the wood edge
A woodpecker hammers away
at the hard bark of centuries
working against the grain
slow headway, one task at a time
I search for your lips in wiry mustache
hair wild from the night
strands of your beard defy convention
shoot off in their own direction
Rubber boots slog confidently
through the marsh
My steps tentative
on unseen uneven ground
water seeps up and outward
I struggle to pass tests
easy for your wayward soul
Seeds cling to my purple pants
My camera seeks elusive cranes
The pond floods over its banks;
raw beauty, emotion uncontained
The water finds its way
back to the creek
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wish i was there…cheers
i feel that renegade, is a most poignant piece, the umbrage of its interior movements, against the beauty that draws the listener in, are awesome, to say the least, thankyou.
crow wings is just so mystical…and ya! crows are….and you silently speak that language, amid the human wordage…thankyou