Black crow, dodging the draft…basking in the fall’s aftermath.
Long gone are the ways of radiant ambient rays.
Civility and winter’s pinnacle.
Nothing more than, a well-worn path down a snow hampered trail.
Scarred forests with deadwood stories to prevail.
Dear, capricious Raven,
with a message surreal, sublime.
The wreckage of our past set adrift…yet, not far behind.