In the valley of the midnight tree…
it is as dark as it came be.
The crows sit in the tree…
and chatter aimlessly.
In the valley of the midnight tree…
you’ll never know what will come to be…
or who you might just see.
All are praying to flee.
Hey, I'm just messing around with some things I have and the camera!
2 comments:
Puts me in the mind of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven." I love the idea of a photo poem.
It was sounding really good there. I was like, look at Ms. Leo, the poet. Who knew?
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