ravens at the window
fate sits on a sill
the secrets of time blows
wherever it wills
branches reach like fingers
long, thin and black
the loneliness lingers
with no time to turn back
preparing their nests
while the storm makes its way
a safe shelter for rest
at the end of the day
the cold chill of winter
hangs still in the air
as darkness reenters
spring is lingering near
the moon peeks through the stillness
casting long shadows of dread
fear never forgets
how to provoke the dead
silently now they resist
the mighty pull of despair
as the dew gently kisses
the frozen path to nowhere
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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