knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,
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Poem: Day of Portents

Day of Portents

I heard them flying,
the cranes singing in their flight
and so I looked up  --
against a glowing sundog,
they circled, then flew westward.

Ah day of portents,
you have captured me off guard
beneath gliding wings
and a perfect bright circle –
What mysteries will follow?
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