Poetry: Wink

Morning sunlight, sun low
stretch shadows long,
twinkle through the branches
 that sway in the current,
bath me please
Stronger the light
Harsher the dark
Sun can not be everywhere
nature’s landscape prevents it
God made or not
Crow flys by
nods its head
as if it remembers me
Your life so simple Crow
Please brood over my features
A wink when you fly by will let me know
They are fixed in your mind
The Sun may not always find me
Yet your wing’s move you
amongst the penumbras
and  illumination
Your nod Crow brings me comfort,
for somewhere by someone
I am remembered…

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