The Crows of Winter

The crows of winter

Herald their own arrival

Calling loudly

As they materialize

Out of mist and cloud

And send their shadows

Flying across

The colorless sky.

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In summer they perch

On treetop and rooftop

And set a perimeter,

Circling their world –

Announcing, “intruder,”

As I pass by,

Sending the message

From one to another,

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Where do they roost,

The crows of winter?

The treetops are bare,

The earth is frozen.

From cloud to sky

And back again,

The crows of winter

Seem never to rest.

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They call out their message,

Emerge from the mist,

Flying with purpose

To places unseen.

Do they nest in the world

Beyond clouds, in the heavens

And bring us reminders

Of warm days to come?

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The crows of winter

Herald their own arrival

Calling loudly

As they materialize

Out of mist and cloud

And send their shadows

Flying across

The colorless sky.

©Pamela Stead Jones 2011