the call of the crow,
widening solitude,
leads me into autumn,
deepening silence
soon the trees
will stand naked,
the leaves rotting
under grey skies,
like beautiful litter
spread on the pavements,
the sun is hidden
and the heart cannot
hide from the wind.
the call of the crow
tells me the world
has grown cold
and i must find
a place to be warm,
my mind wandering
in the wild , inside
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