November

November

There is no sparrow that followed
The bluebird’s afar
What remain is brown and hollowed,
Oblations tears of tar.
Out in the dusk of forest
Logs of fire glow
The haze of fog is nourished
By every hungry crow.

Painting: David Jay Spyker

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2 thoughts on “November

    • Yes, it may seem dull in colors but there is a certain atmosphere in the landscape. And if you been to this wintery landscapes you recognize the ancient magical feeling and forbading shrieking of the crows

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