Churchill Musings 6

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Churchill Musings 6                                                                                                                       

the moon is my mistress

we walk through the night

only morning will lift

her silvery veil

‘till then it’s the snow

the crunch of my boots

when black turns to blue

the coming of dawn

i look to the cosmos

the filtering day

                some crows frame the sight

their wings throttled back

a down swoop of flight

my mind follows their path

it’s minus 16

they seem not to care

i wonder their consciousness

gifted with flight

together they roam

a murder, a flock

not a care for the people

a scattering stare

a shiny black eye

that this morning greets light

mark reino peltonen

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