Winter echoes on the morrow
Its icy chill is at my back
That's filled with hope and joy and sorrow
Brought forth by crows with feathers black
Their cries reverberate throughout the sky
Its meaning lacking, their presence void
They bring an omen of death and despair
Until that fear can be destroyed
Kristen Brown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-birds-3/
