behind the darkest of days
dense fog rolled in
long before the awakening
muting streetlamps
seen as glowing orbs
dotted along lifeless streetscapes
behind the shroud
crows gather atop barren
unseen trees
calling upon a breakthrough light
delivering beacons of hope
december two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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When only crows can deliver beacons of hope.. maybe it’s for real.
It seems much of the civilized world has been in a fog of late – we will certainly take any rays of light we can find….
“Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of…”
beautiful, Melanie