Monday, January 22, 2018

Harbingers



Tearing black-cloaked along the wind's leading edges, the crows stir the storm.

They magic forth a fine but purposeful snow—driving flakes from the northern reaches of the world.

Already the snow shapes small constellations of winter on my rooftop.

And the crows, swirling in restless spirals, catch the air under their wings and dance in the timeless space between tree, snow and sky, loving the wind above all else.


Photographer unknown.

2 comments:

  1. Happy sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

    Thank you.

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  2. I love the new picture at the blog's header. You are one of few of the folk whom I've followed over the years who still blogs! Thank you, I'm always glad to see something from you here. I may very well move back to MN in the spring! I miss your neck of the woods. Best wishes in your new home you're in now. ~Reifyn

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