After the Fall

 

 

Blood red dawn

bleeds through bare branches –

Where is night Owl sleeping ?

A mad raven swoops low.

 

Too far away the river’s flow

sinuous jade serpentine

speaks a language

I do not know.

 

Unshed tears block my vision.

I am floundering in snow.

A pile of Magpie feathers tells one tale…

Loss of Trust murmurs truths I do not want to know.

 

Too far away the river’s flow

sinuous jade serpentine

speaks a language

I do not know.