
On a half-lit day
Rain-rent
And clouded
The raven sipped the gray
And bitter brew
Of the sacred yew
And walked alone –
Where
No one could tell –
In a country no one knows
His footfall
Made no sound
On the hollowed ground
In mist
Enshrouded
There he went
Until the sun
Tossed her gold net
Of flowers
Around
The crystal goblet
In the cathedral
Of enchanted hours
By the tall forest
And tolled the bell
Of rainbows.
Written around 2003
© Sharon St Joan, 2020
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Lovely! My favorite bird.
Thanks, Laura!