There is a bloom bursting in the bleak of winter
There are shadows that lurk in the sun’s embrace
There is a crow overhead looking mean and sinister
There’s an order disordered in time and space
There is a light that shines on shadows in autumn
There is pain in the thorn of the blooming brier
There is a crow that flies though nobody sees him
There is deception in things we think we desire
There are people are laughing without rhyme or reason
There are others counting up all they have lost
There is beauty in bloom no matter the season
While that crow overhead is counting up the cost.
There is a shadow overhead watching us wither
There is a bird in flight just biding his time
There is destruction flapping on feathers that flutter
There is a crow who now covets our reason to rhyme.
All Words and Pictures by Damien B. Donnelly
9 thoughts on “COVETING CROWS”
Incredible photo! I really like the way it compliments your poem.
Thank you Ann, it’s a little wildlife section of a park in Amsterdam that I managed to capture on a wilful evening of wings and weather.
I like this one, the rhythm of it like the slow flapping of wings. And the photo’s pretty good too 😉
Thanks Jane- it’s fun going back to a poem that rhymes-I’d almost forgotten
A different discipline 🙂
The photography and the poetry its breathtaking..One such that you simply can’t just afford to scroll down without clicking it..:-)
Thank you so much, a comment always brings a smile. Best wishes, Damien
The post was worth commenting for. So keep on smiling…
Thank you, enjoy your weekend