Wednesday, April 1, 2009


A lone crow
sits on a dead branch
this autumn eve


On a withered branch,
A crow has stopped
Autumn's eve

They end their flight
one by one--
crows at dusk

perching on a mud wall
in the spring rain
a crow
A crow
has settled on a bare branch
Autumn evening
autumn passing
she hears the crow call
her name

Johnye Strickland

crow and moon

artist here