November’s Featured Nature Poem

The Voice of the Crow

The time of the voice of the crow is here.

The time of corn leaves rasping in the wind.

The time of skies that hurt the eye.

 

The land is dun.

The trees stand naked in their skins.

 

The year is broken.

Crows fly across the gap.

 

 

Written By: Leah Helen May

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