Saturday Poetry Blogging

Landscape in Winter ~ Mary Oliver

Upon the snow that says nothing,
That is endlessly brilliant,
There is something
Heaped, dark, and motionless.

Then come the many wild wings, strong and bold.
“Death has happened,” shout the carrion crows.
“and this is good for us.”

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