Omen

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Today the rains,
and the ravens came
dancing ‘neath the
shadowy rainbows of
a faint light, the flash
of colors fading like a
bruise into the blush
of clouds, as a scar was left
deep in these skies so dark
and I could see
a touch of joy among
mourning in the eyes of
the ravens as I too
was filled with a
sense of woe and also
hope as I watched them and the
shadows gracefully go

9/8/18
Poem/Photo Copyright Debbie Berk