Crows In The Snow
In the cold, in the silenced sun,
the eye reaches out
against the blind blizzard
for the heart of the rose.
In the fall of a dark feather
petals unfold
shed stark on the snow
in a blackness of crows.
Everything glittering
comes to their eyes
as a clamor that heals;
gold light on the ice,
black feathers for blood ink,
rosebuds from their beaks--
all dropped at my feet,
these bones in disguise.
March 2022
posted for earthweal's
Images: Living antlers, artist unknown, via internet Fair Use
Raven Steals The Sun, © Aaron Purcell Fair Use
