Poetry
Heavy, gray clouds
hover in the sky,
a depression lingering,
difficult to defy.
A crow
sitting way up high,
watching
with its focused eye.
A sentinel sent
from those long gone,
observing and protecting
from dusk ‘til dawn.
© Dave Logan 2022
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Poetry
Colors of Fall
scattered everywhere,
a crisp feeling
knifing through the air.
Summer lingered
just too long,
the next season
hustling in headstrong.
Cooler days
are upon us,
the darkness
is superfluous.
Smoke billowing
from houses here and there,
bright, crackling fires
warming the nighttime air.
A perfect time
to settle…
A Poem
The moon and stars
in the sky,
as one
a watchful eye.
A spotlight —
focused
on the couple
in the night.
Fingers intertwined,
a playful nudge
as they walk
along the dirt path.
A warm embrace shared,
a connection made
as they glance into
each others’ eyes.
A kiss…
