Augurs

Walking through the churchyard
I heard
you talking.
Your word
Was gentle then,
A breeze
Whispering amongst the leaves,
But when
You In anger blow
The wise know
That your breath
Augurs death,
For we reap what we sow.

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4 thoughts on “Augurs

  1. Aquileana

    This is excellent… Changing moods!. Sometimes Nature and such external events echo our own attitudes or behaviours, right?… Truly well penned. Love & best wishes! 😀

    Reply

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