by Dave

dove rises
the expanse
of grey morning sky.

a promise
of gentle

The robins
blood red

snow capped
winter woven
in her sad song.

murder of
a million




6 Comments to “harbingers”

  1. Classic and profound imagery. Beautiful.

  2. That is poetry, perfect end.

  3. Beautiful. Also to be noted that there are more to the splendid words stated here. Much more, I think.

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