I perch on my usual branch,
feathers shivering,
sharp eyes surveying
the naked winter-
weathered landscape,
depressed by concrete cloud.
I open my frost-numbed beak,
rip the air with one loud cry,
release crow-black pain
into the sky.
Source: writing in north norfolk
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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Hey there Ms. Sue.
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