Friday, February 10, 2012

Winter Dawn

There's not a cloud in the sky
The first frost is on the ground
Two crows are exchanging cries
Otherwise there's not a sound


Brian said...

Interesting how your crows punctuating the silence only seem to deepen it here. A contemplative poem, every image necessary, the rhythm and rhyme like a morning walk.

Jim714 said...

Thanks for your kind comments.