The Murder

Twilight's quiet interrupted, pierced by

Screams and cries of countless distant creatures

Gathering together out of sight, yet

With undulating waves of sound announce

Their ominous presence in the valley

The rustling of leaves and wings in restless

Wait, the cacophony growing as each

Moment passes, in anticipation

Until suddenly the sky turns to black

The feathered flight of a murder...of crows

Caren E. Salas

Photo by William Salas

(taken moments after the one from the previous post)

Fading

Fading

Hours wander listlessly

Like dandelions gone to seed

Delicate umbrellas

Floating on an updraft

                                                      .........

                                 ...Climbing...

                ....Lunging...     

Spinning....

Toward the glow of clouds

Still singing with the setting sun

A melody of dreams

And visions forced to wait

Until another morning comes.

Darkness settles heavily

And wakes the leafy katydids

While one by one the stars

Like faded memories

Return to light the way

To Never Never Land

And things forgotten, lost

When childhood faded....

                                         Into time.

Caren E. Salas

Photo by William Salas