The four sisters,
sentries guarding
the rear flank
beyond the stone wall,
a property line
run right down
the middle of the valley
about the time
of the Civil War.
Cacophony visited at dawn
when six crows appeared
in their intertwining
branches, a serious
debrief to decide
the days mission.
A bit later
does ambled over,
only to be startled
by the urine markings
sprayed across their trunks
last night by a coyote.
The sisters whisper
their shared longing
for spring’s return.
The imagery in this piece is so evocative; I, too, long for spring’s return.
Thanks Madeline.
Great!
Thanks!
You are very welcome!
Good reading! ❤️ This reminds me of an old house I lived in in Michigan that was built in 1900. It had the same rock fences and there is still a family cemetery behind the house.
I love this!! 😊 👏
Glad to hear, thank you.
Thank you.