Raven Art by kenne
Dark Clouds Over the Canyon
A brushstroke of black
against the storm-heavy sky,
the raven ascends.
Wings carve through silence,
bold ink on a canvas stretched
above ancient stone.
Below, the canyon
holds its breath beneath the weight
of gathering dusk.
In the hush of wind,
art is flight without a frame—
wild, unwritten truth.
As you know, Kenne, I love your poetic talent, and today’s poem is beautiful, as is the raven art!
Joanna
Joanna, Thank you.