
New poems by the author of Winter Crows.
It takes shape
as flocks
rising up
stop us cold to watch
their dark bond
with dawn
become grounds
for going, a presence
born again
in every sense
when winds spread
the word
and brown fields bristle like
dense fur
down the back
of the earth.
-from "November"
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