soniacookbroen
murder of crows
in the sallow
these shapes change
shadows
eek past the horizon
toward
my outstretched hand
open
within the tide
this changing
season
being born
by the absent light of the new moon
I caught you
as I fell through
the rivets
undone
in the seams of time
for this will
have sunrise surrendering
until dull days
erased from bitter memories
and I am merging with your form
shadows
playing against the hours.