Gifts From Crows

Dim December’s light
breaking dawn of Winter’s night
reveals a naked frozen bough
hosting the chorus of crows

rousing us to a morning
thick in ice
where nothing flows
save time alone

leaving tiny gifts
in the feeder cleared of nuts;
shiny things;
an earring, a hinge, a polished rock

while reminding
they are not to blame
for the footprints
‘round our eyes.

Rowdy crows;
messengers of Apollo
playing in the wind
cornering a red tail hawk

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Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Well written with some interesting imagery. I enjoyed the read. All good wishes.

Chris

[toritto]

Many thanks Chris. Regards from Florida

[Starr]

this is a very well written write here. I enjoyed this piece

[toritto]

Many thanks JS and regards from Florida.