The Road Ahead
sky above, earth below —> lake above, water below
The crows of worry are cawing like cowbells in my head. The sun is lurching and clawing, trying to get out of bed. And yet hope somehow persists as the road ahead tumbles and twists.
The crows of worry are cawing like cowbells in my head. The sun is lurching and clawing, trying to get out of bed. And yet hope somehow persists as the road ahead tumbles and twists.
This six-liner is a little gem of a poem, Jonathan, so I'm glad you overcame the "crows of doubt" long enough to write it. And hopefully, the sun will steady itself and light your way on that twisting road to the future.
Love it!