The Crows of Autumnís Falling
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Sunday, November 20, 2005
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Cacophonies in autumnís sky herald
A crow situation. Pecans, ripened
And alluring, beckon black wings detailed
By experience, calling in descent,
Onto the bounty of natureís table.
I sit and listen to their joyful noises,
Sure there is sweet music in unstable
Croaks and squawks that crowkind love to employ...
Autumn falls with ascending gravity,
Attaining seasoned-heightís lucidity,
And position, in our lives. ďGuarantees
Are not for the wing'ed!Ē crows croak with glee.
Autumn falls with fruitful grace, feeding crows
Of natured fate. Feeding crows, autumn goes...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/20/05
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|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|As I walked through the leaves in some woods nearby yesterday I heard the crows cawing as if they were the town criers announcing the season. I had to laugh to myself!
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|I love your opening stanza, so very powerful Erin, This is true, there is something in the chaos that reaches us. Outstanding poetry,
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|So sad to see it go.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Beautiful imagery, Erin.|