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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 © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/27/2013 11:58:00 AM
nicely worded Laura ;}
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Date: 11/4/2012 7:22:00 PM
them Yankee birds have squeaky words, our Joh the crow goes AAAAArk, when they motor is in park, theys in the feathers dark, a cunning old black bird... way south in Aus...of cos... case ya havent heard... re:"Black Farewell" Laura Breidenthal Don Johnson
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Date: 11/5/2012 1:29:00 PM
Hahahha Yes, Australia bound for sure, Don! I love this funny and clever verse! ~Laura
Date: 10/30/2012 8:23:00 PM
Beautiful wording... :o)
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Date: 10/30/2012 1:18:00 PM
Very clever interlocking symbols in this write Laura - few people respect the power and grace of Winter, in this poem you demonstrate to a profound understanding of that magnificent season that most simpltons curse, and they oft say they love walks in the snowfall, but only for a quick, cheap moment - J.A.B. %
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