Storks Poem by Tom Berman

Storks



at dusk
a stork speckled sky

storks are flying
to the northlands
as their generations
have taught them

they are flying
to the northlands
where hope
and old nests await

light fades
as silk
to evening

smooth sleek gliders
homing to the darkling woods
where secrets sleep
with the storks.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Tom Berman

Tom Berman

Hronov Czechoslovakia
Close
Error Success