The Crows
Still call you awake
But further off today
Not so intensely nagging
In your ear
You can listen peacefully to them
As if the trouble was no longer in your house
But safely down the street
Relief
You lay there listening
For the first time
In a long time
Something touches your skin
Lightly, new tender coolness
Fresh against you
Can you let this, allow this
This Autumn to be
To become
Your next Lover?
Release
Stumbling Toward Certainty 
My New Lover
On the cusp of dewy darkness settling in
I stroll alone
Seeking out a rendezvous with my new lover
Ominous clouds overhead conjure up emphatic winds
Crisp..washing over me
How sweet, the scents of Summer’s End
And the approaching Autumn
Face drawn toward the heavens
Inhale, exhale, deeply…and again, with eyes UN-open
Ahh..fallen leaves… grasses…wood smoke
Unspoken gratitude
And Hark the Orchestral sounds…
A virtual Symphony emanating from the reeds
A Serenade just for me… never to be forgotten
My first gift
From my new Lover
Keep writing! Great to have the addition, Susan.
How about one of your Paintings?? Send me pics of them so I can include some
nice poem I like the line “As if trouble was no longer at your house but safely down the street”
Keep it up, Michelle
What would you change? Add, delete, expand, contract?
Lovely, lovely poem but are you sure the photograph is of crows? If it’s a crow in a crowd, it tends to be a rook!
‘To those of us who really know
a single rook’s a certain crow;
while rows of crows,
despite their looks,
are rooks!’
Just sayin’
Ah, you’ve got me on that one, Carol. Thanks so much for visiting and commenting – loved your additions here. Please come back and spread it around… that the poems lovely and I don’t know a Robin from a Parrot!