Crows in the Morning

Moon and sun slowly twirl,

A circle dance in a coral sky.

Crows rustle their onyx robes,

Fall into the breeze to fleetly rise.


They race the day, winging east.

To follow their lead our bodies yearn.

Though you and I own lowly feet,

Within our hearts that fire burns.


You cast your shadow on the stone.

I fling my words into the sky.

It is strength and courage that we own,

When humans grasp their dream to fly.

 © M. G. Iannucci 2016

“They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31

Photo: by Lilla Frerichs

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