Thursday, August 7, 2025

poem

 (untitled)


Having just had the crow caw from the brach some yards away,

I was reminded how essential they are to my well-being;

and though it is summer now, I know one of my favorite moments

is coming soon; where I put a long read aside near sunset

at the end of Autumn,

staring out the window at changing light,

and caw of them then, when the world is

slowing down in cycle;

their hark a reminder all is well.


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