Winter echoes on the morrow <br />Its icy chill is at my back <br />That's filled with hope and joy and sorrow <br />Brought forth by crows with feathers black <br /> <br />Their cries reverberate throughout the sky <br />Its meaning lacking, their presence void <br />They bring an omen of death and despair <br />Until that fear can be destroyed<br /><br />Kristen Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-birds-3/
