Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Postcard Poems: The Aftermath of Košava

The sun slices through the stalwart tired trees of Košutnjak
striping the trail strewn with the woody carnage of the storm.
Limp limbs lashed by Košava’s conniption litter battered bushes.

A bird whistles an avian requiem circling the remnants of her nest,

diminished after the three-day scream, the notes drift through the tattered canopy.

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