3 crows fly by

3 crows fly by,

taking with them

my tiny mind…

Distant crows

Distant crows

squawking,

echo of my mind…

Gray sidewalk

Gray sidewalk,
snail shells smashed and empty,
crows take flight nearby.


(an old one, never before published, slightly revised)

 

The window is closed

The window is closed

against November’s chill. 

A chorus of crows

shatters the still…

Streetlights flicker on

Streetlights flicker on –

crows stitch

the evening sky.

Five crows in the road

Five crows in the road

and another

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Six crows in the rain

Six crows in the rain –

there’s poetry there

if I look again.

2 for a river of stones

After splitting wood
the afternoon so quiet –
a crow caw caw caws…


***
 
Running all night
in my dreams, I’m glad to wake
still in bed.
 
Numbers 14 & 15, January 2012 river of stones...

Christmas morning

Christmas morning –

a murder of crows

takes flight…

A murder of crows

A murder of crows

squawking in the distance,

a sound black and yellow…

Pale November sun,

crows call from the canyon…

Foggy morning, clinking cups

Foggy morning
in Big Sur, a crow
in a redwood tree…

***

Clinking cups,

we stir sugar

into our coffee.

- R. Cody -

Two crows

in the road.

- R. Cody -

Redwoods and crows know

what we have long forgotten,
there is no…

- R. Cody -

Crow on the light post

squawking an announcement
to all who can hear.

- R. Cody -

Black against green grass

a couple of crows, flying
nowhere yet.

- R. Cody -