Angry Birds
Colbalt tears seemed to seep
from the crows of my eyes
like water running
on the parched earthen furrows
that were too hardened
to allow the healing moisture in
and days had to pass
before a seed of hope
could rise to greet the sun.
Finally! Getting you in my inbox, I fixed something. Great to read you, love your style. I wrote of crows today also! Smiles to you, Patricia.
Hannah,
I have been out of the game for a while recovering from back surgery. My surgeon expects me back to work in two weeks, and poeming is one of my early steps out the door. 🙂 Tks for the compliments.