Apple Crow

Send us Fan MailApple CrowUpon the apple treea single Crow, barks,drily, across the crowds of standing,rustling corn, as wounded the sun, lifts the red of morning, empty, alone and forlorn.For into the dark the silent places, where shadows callAugust, left alone, lies weeping, lost in dreams of past the timely sage,the coming fallAs summer’s leaving, the days slipping slowly across the hoursthe settling dust, the skeletal mourning of muttering leaves, the earth turns, and time passes,he cries again,the crow,as he must,as he must.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]