Cold and slate shadows permeate
reaching even golden
grasses and turning them to soft gray.
The scanning eyes can see
a canvas bag with shredded strap
thrown against the base of the oak,
once hidden by leaves of brambled vines
but now abandoned
except for some faint memory,
perhaps,
of summer's busier days.
Abandoned now by all
except opportunistic and curious crows
peering carefully
through the net of the flap.
Smart birds, they leave no possibility unexplored. Love the visual images here.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and the bird, love it.
ReplyDeletesummer days seem very far away right now....it was -7 this morning....brrr......
ReplyDeleteYes , crows are curious but they are also bold.
ReplyDeleteYou are such a talented poet and writer.
ReplyDeleteI love crows:))))
ReplyDeletebeautiful picture...one of yours?
ReplyDeleteIt is all good!
ReplyDeleteIt is all good!
ReplyDeleteFantastic picture to go with a lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteI can see a bird investigating the bag especially ravens. NICE! -- barbara
ReplyDeleteSummer's busier days. As I'm wrapped in a blanket with an extra pair of socks on my feet, summer's busier days sound pretty good.
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