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Ebony Omen ~
As I sit idly on the
porch
allowing my mind to
roam,
I find solace hearing
the birds
chatting from their
nesting homes.
Their pitch and speed
changes
from singing to a
harping tongue
when scolding the
squirrels
who pilfer their unborn
young.
But autumn will soon be
here.
Summer's flavor will
subside
and brittle leaves will
fall
to be crushed by
passersby.
I thought of the black
butterfly
that once rested upon my
knee.
Oh, how I wanted to
caress
its beautiful gossamer
wings.
Its life would soon be
over
like the cycles of the
moon
yet I would not risk its
demise
for many things die too
soon.
So I viewed the ebony
beauty
as a good omen that
afternoon.
I must believe for
winter
will be pressing upon me
soon.
Barren trees will stand
desolate
against the lonely
winter cold
and I pray to make it
through
with enough warmth to
uphold.
For all God's creatures
revive
with the rebirth of
spring
so with hunger I'll
await the return
of the butterfly with
ebony wings.
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Carol Barton © 2003
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