small stones – January 7, 2016

Ravens-flight

I hear you before I see you
my constant companions
cawing outside my window
and I leap from my chair
open the front door
searching the skies for you

and then there you are
a whole flock of ravens
swiftly soaring
through the morning chilled-air
and to my joy
one of you comes to rest
on the naked maple tree

greeting me