Sapphic
Hear the ravens calling from trembling oak trees
calling darkness sweeping the stars in corners
mocking gentle breezes and calling thunder
fears grip is tightened
Hear the sparrows singing from swaying oak trees
calling sunlight brushing the clouds from winter
laughter dimpling faces of children playing
fears grip is loosened
Februrary 25, 2012 for Guzzically Inspired contest (Craig Cornish)
Fourth Place
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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