FIVE BLACK CROWS
The ground covered with leaves below
clumps too stubborn to take that final
plunge
Highlights of bright and fading colors
signaling another season come and
almost gone
Five black crows on naked branches
where only recently dozens hid in thick
foliage
Where is the joy I once felt
at such a sight?
In days gone, I would extend my arms
out from my sides and inhale deeply
a race car full of speeding oxygen
molecules of reds, yellows, oranges,
bringing the anticipated onslaught of
rushing vibrant colored sensation which
made the long wait to fall so worthwhile.
When did the joyful exhilaration cease?
The excitement fail to move me---when?
The winds blow the pages of my life until
my book has almost been read to
completion / all unnoticed.
Winds blowing when I would have
savored each page before turning it /
had I only known.
