Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Up In the Air

The crows caw
As winds howl
I set my jaw
And smooth my scowl--

Another year
To take a chance
Or bow to fear
Of circumstance

As banshee wind
And cacophonous crows
Remind me again--
No one knows.

2 comments:

Sharmishtha Basu said...

happy birthday?

rch said...

No not till April, late new years poem.