Sunday again the pond empty

Pond Song 4.8

Sunday again the pond empty

         the wind glitters with loose snow

the heavens hammer steeper blues

         there are signs to take it slow

wind at my back and in my face

         the silence thickens with each minute

the horizon opens beyond sound

         a crow’s call with the crow in it


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