With stealth the darkness creeps
And seals the day
With hardly a difference of
Day from night;
Ink black rooks
From their roost
Take flight,
Circle, then return to the
Same bare branches
Silhouetted against
The soot grey sky;
Wintery sleet
Falls;
The cold seeps
Through every gap;
Even the log fire
Struggles in the grate;
There is no wind
Just empty blackness.
Such great imagery here. You’ve captured the yuck of winter gray well.🙂
Pat
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Ah Thankyou
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