Sunday, November 26, 2017

I Woke Up To Crows

I woke up to crows this morning, which may not be everyone's cup of tea. To me it was heaven and just part of my Walden. The crows were here all summer and then one day you just didn't hear them anymore. I actually saw them a few days ago, a little bit north of here, so I knew they were close by. Now they are back where they belong ... in my world.

Art by SkandiaDesignStudio

Crows are one of the winter birds that keep me company in the bleak, un-green world. The starkness of their black feathers against the ethereal-ness of winter is so beautiful. I wrote about this a few years ago here, if you care to read it. I am so glad to have them back, for now. They are one of the small windows to nature that keeps me sane, when the rest of the world hibernates.

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth