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.

Published by Amy @ Generous Wisdom | Spacious Heart

Amy's work centers around the embodied experience of love's spaciousness and is grounded in brain, body, and heart-based wisdom. She teaches yoga, meditation, & writing as a way to foster tender self-love that supports empathy and compassion-driven work in the world. Check out her bio @amysecrist.com. View all posts by Amy @ Generous Wisdom | Spacious Heart

2 Comments

cynthia says:

November 22, 2014 at 5:11 pm

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 says:
  
  November 22, 2014 at 5:18 pm
  
  Thank you so much, Cynthia. Your kind words are such an encouragement! Many blessings to you
  
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