by Munira Judith Avinger
The crows are calling
and the rain is falling
on the red and yellow leaves.
Peace comes quiet
with the morning light.
It comes from inside
like a river rising.
The world has changed,
but the rain keeps falling
and the leaves keep turning.
The cries of war
and the call of the crows
mix and mingle
and fall in the river.
They run away tumbling
in the rain-gray water.
They run away laughing,
going down to the sea.
