I hear you
my fine feathered friends
as I gaze out over the mist-covered mountains
of the early grey morning
your voices echo in my mind
calling me
home
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Tag Archives: ravens
small stones – January 28, 2016
with stacked tin plates
I wander outside
to fed my flock raw meat
ravens never want around me
Hopelessly
Gorgeous photo and a poem filled with vivid imagery. Ravens! yes, there are ravens mentioned here!
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You stood there in the middle of the street
Your breath frozen rising like a puff of cigarette smoke
Slowly fading into nothing
With the silence and patience of a statue
A form of goddess giving birth to dreams and whimsical fascinations
I can feel my heart beating
Faster than the sounds of fleeing ravens
As you turn slowly I see your yellow hair gleam under the street lights
Your eyes as full as the moon of love and passion
or death and murder
Under the falling snow in the middle of the night it’s hard to tell
Your intentions are clear enough
Grabbing my
Pulling me close
Your kiss as sharp as any blade
Stinging in the cold like a morning razors slow burning bite
As I find myself helpless
Hopelessly in love
small stones – January 7, 2016
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
