There's ink on the
Parchment paper,
Staining my quill
As I write in silence.
A solemn nod as
Chittering echoes
In the blizzard, a
Beckoning birdsong
That's wild and shrill.
So I leave my window
Pane cracked open,
Just for a dull moment
To ease the hollow wind.
When the light of dusk
Graced my frigid skin,
There was a letter on
My desk along with
A crow's feather, dusted
From evening snowfall.
I wallowed in the sunlight
As hazel breached the
Creaking floorboards,
Glancing wearily at the
Open window by my desk.
Perched on the sill was
A quiet crow, and a worn
Letter in the bird's beak.
It seemed my time for
Company was overdue.
DU LIEST GERADE
You Carry On To Bring Light
PoetryThis is a collection of my best works of poetry written so far. Alterations and changes may be made later on as new poems are added (a few old ones may be deleted as better ones are written). Note: This anthology does not include any works from my "...
