Release
Til confession and contrition bring the soul’s dark night to day
In bright winter morning sun the boughs stand clear and free of shade
Those black crows gather now in jaunty comic antic hay
On the grass our feet may tread freed from the prison that we made
4 March 2020
Rithimus Divisa 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Taken from poem: Amid the Jagged Shadows.
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