The sun a murder
of crows icebound watching
a play & truth
fanned out golden along
the garden path watching
what they said of course
across the table vast
blue skies whispered a murder
of crows astonished clouds
of culpability & snow where
once relentless heat
transformed fanned out
like cards like wings coal black
against the sky frozen branches
snap & they wonder how
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
Image: Qian Xuan, Early Autumn (13th Century),
Ink and colors on paper scroll, via Wikimedia
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