I Remember
I remember
I remember
A swallow gliding across
The moon’s rising shadow
That falls
At the feet of my bedstead.
I look at the glow and the raven black sky
And wonder of what’s to come.
I remember
Crashing it fell
Into a birch
Covered in snow
Crisp white snow
Sending an icy death
Across it rigor mortis limbs.
That yearn for the sky.
So the Fall
Leads to a still death,
And time passes.
Copyright © Maggie Kuhn | Year Posted 2016
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