The Eyes Of The Crow
A Poem About Tomorrow's Past
His black feathers
Glisten
Against the blue above.
The crow
Rushes;
And his shadow
Glides over the snow
Leaving no trace
Of its passing
Across my path.
The icy powder yields
To my step,
And
Footprints track my way
Through the frost.
Tomorrow
They will melt
And leave no memory
Of my journey,
Only the absent crow
Will know
I crossed this way.
(C) A.E. Dozat 2/25/15
A Poem About Tomorrow's Past
His black feathers
Glisten
Against the blue above.
The crow
Rushes;
And his shadow
Glides over the snow
Leaving no trace
Of its passing
Across my path.
The icy powder yields
To my step,
And
Footprints track my way
Through the frost.
Tomorrow
They will melt
And leave no memory
Of my journey,
Only the absent crow
Will know
I crossed this way.
(C) A.E. Dozat 2/25/15
