The Crows Were Not Silent
Every time I see them I think they are gypsies, Native Americans, all free souls,
set loose and free and I wish I could become one of them. I wonder
what I have to do to earn that.
I couldn't believe there were violets.
Spring violets blooming today with it almost November.
I picked a few before walking back to the house. I thought
I would die of color overdose when I dropped the tiny, purple,
violet blossoms and they scattered on the ground over the red and green
leaves of the brambles.