Black Farewell
Soaring across a frosted boundary,
Above the fogs of mystery,
He shaketh like a single leaf
On a wintered, scrawny tree;
Perching on a branch of white,
Resting from a most tired flight,
His home is but a blackened mess
An ember-dimming wilderness;
Though layers of snow blur do quickly blind,
Easy is the damage to find;
Though whitened is many a brush,
The lone raven bids farewell to hope of springtime lush,
And he takes to the skies
New land he must find. . .
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
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