Amy Secrist

At Dusk

At dusk we drive passed brown cornfields,
beneath a murderous sky
alive with dark flapping wings.

We see the crows come to roost in treetops,
cawing, swarming high above the city streets,
dressing bare limbs in new black leaves.

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2 responses to “At Dusk”

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    cynthia

    I love the last line”dressing bare limbs in new black leaves.” Wonderful! This is such a neat piece. The dark flapping wings, the murderous sky (murder of crows) and cawing are so textural and move us along like driving. I can really see and hear what you paint with words here. Thank you for this deep snap shot!!!

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    1. Amy @ Love and Be Loved Avatar
      Amy @ Love and Be Loved

      Thank you so much, Cynthia. Your kind words are such an encouragement! Many blessings to you

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