Boxes

 

This is a 4 x 4 poem. Read about the form here.

This is a square poem. Read about the form here.

Umbrella Arts

 

Crows

Crows

Crows own the morning sky,
the naked treetops, too.
Clouds both amplify
and muffle their sharp-edged caws.
Below the grey they fly
on a mission to who knows where
or why.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2022

Suddenly Family

My mentor text for this poem was "Because A Redwood Grove" by Joe Cottonwood.