Gloomy Day
A wintery ekphrastic poem
the ravens are soaring —
cloaked amid ashen clouds
clandestine cousins caw caw cawwing
with every taunt, every turn
cliffs jagged, skimming
the dark ebony just beyond
where dawn spawns from
the silky feathers of night
below, upturned, unmasked faces beckon
the amber torch, a beacon
bursting through the si…
