vrijdag 4 maart 2016

the crows

We stare at the neatly raked triangular-shaped piece of earth in front of us. When it is my turn to take the cardboard container and scatter some of the ashes, the silence is broken by hundreds of crows that fly up from the trees and start circling above us and the cemetery.

birthday calendar
the cross
behind his name

3 opmerkingen:

  1. Crows are my muse right now since they play a central part in the novel I'm writing. Thanks for your blog visit!

  2. I love poetry, but can honestly say I have never quite understood Haiku. Your Haiku does capture the sorrow of the scene you describe. I just wrote my first Haiku but have no idea if it is done right...lol
    Here is the link if you want to hop over and give me any tips. http://artisticcomposition.blogspot.com/2016/08/motivational-self-portrait.html