floating and leaving no trace
the sky is smooth and gray
like concrete
my words are featureless
leeched of color
like concrete
three black crows harass a fourth
she has something in her beak
limp and glistening
against this morning sky
they are the only
movement
sound
color
in fall
the leaves explode with color
and then fade
and fade
fade
becoming dry
becoming dryness
cracking underfoot
and in fall
the sky changes from the summer blue
to wisps of cloud
and then gray
and gray
gray
until the blue sky
is a memory
Words and Feathers 