Singing Like Witches

Do you hear the crows
at the top of those trees
they’re watching the rooftops
grow over the seeds
they’re counting the lines
that cut up the hill
they see the commotion
they wish it were still

they’re calling out warnings
they’re singing like witches
they say we’ve sold out
our planet for riches

I’m stopped in my tracks
at the back of a breeze
I’m here and I’m gone
I’m hugging the trees

Do you see the snow
in the roots of that pine
it’s dusted like diamond
it covers like satin
it hides all the scars
from the roads and the cars
it muffles the chaos
with soft cotton batten

They’re calling out warnings
they’re singing like witches
they say we’ve sold out
our planet for riches
they’re a doomsday choir
that sings from the breeze
We’re here and we’re gone
we’re afraid for the trees

By | 2017-05-24T12:31:58+00:00 May 24th, 2017|Poems|Comments Off on Singing Like Witches

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