a moon song

Sometimes the town needs to be silent
Let its secret crows sing, however
They carry changes

The moon's white eye closes on the horizon
Leaves accompany us along the road
My fingers feel out the cold on the gate

There's more night now and perhaps more time

Wed 19 April, 3pm

Comments

David Prater said…
I like this one Jill.
Moons and crows - my favourite things!
Best wishes
Davey
Jill Jones said…
Thanks DP. I like moons and various birds as well. I've tried to stay away from 'moons', they're supposed to be a cliche of poetry. But who cares, eh!
JJ

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