Raven Talks
Free Verse
Against a sky gray as indecision
black birds hang like ornaments
decorating icy trees,
discussing all the day’s
eventualities.
I remember chats
Before we burrowed into houses:
I cawed and cackled and could see
forever from my perch.
Today I trudge through winter,
human eyes on frozen ground,
seeking tracks of yesteryear
before we both —the world and I —
turned a paler shade of brown.
Before the sickness, I was raven-haired,
my talons sunk into a muddy hill
above a stage of grass
taking in the orange summer afterglow
watching foxes play
until
the muted blues of twilight fell.
Now my hair is white and I
am leaner than the winter pines,
quiet as a windless day
waiting on
red cubs and yellow daffodils.
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