Free verse № 137385
A moment, homeward
The call compels the course:
a thousand crows pulse a skyway pale
and fading with the day's failing,
caught fast in winter's thrall.
To river, bound in winter's keeping,
a thousand crows, stark, shadow the snow,
leaf bereft trees with their landing,
while river stands white,
locked in stillness below.
To river, to river, the crows careen,
streaming in answer through the ice-green air,
and though the cold speeds me, too, homeward,
I can only stand and stare.
5 comments
The last two lines in stanza 2 throw the rhythm off a little. I think "stands, locked and stillness" pretty much say the same thing so you could probably get away with losing one or two of those words and making the last two lines one. But let me know if you had a specific reason for those two lines and I'll change my mind.
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