A Poem
Crows’ cries carry on icy windsa constant clamor through winter monthsas they flock to city streets…
You sit before me, open and clear,Your smile, it chases away my fear,Now’s the time to make…
I rememberWaitingFor white arrowsTo pierceThe hardened groundTriumphantSnowdropsAgainst the snow
’tis my stubborn heartforced me to come back to youwords left unspoken