Crows in winter tree finalAA

At Winter’s end

In lows of March

A friend said: watch the crows

It’s fanciful, he said

But wise, and came from one who knows.


Far below the nest

that swayed, I wandered

With streaming eyes to field beyond

Where two dark shapes

Carved the air on frozen pond.


Mere hair’s width from the icy death

A swooping, chasing joy

A courtship rash and bold their only care

Pulled upwards to the virgin moon

In winds that to a human bring despair


The tears within my eyes

Bled no emotion, save of chill

The precision of their love against the icy sky

A perfect union in pursuit of which

I find my head and heart of words run dry


Later, as the darkness

Gathered frozen black in Winter’s arms

I watched the rocking of the nests that must

In our tall trees

And relearned all I thought I knew of trust.


Be here, be welcome warm

Enduring crows in love

For one proud gaze, sliced into time

You had the whole of me

And only breathing took your flight from mine


©️Stephen Tanham

Stephen Tanham is a director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit organisation that helps people find the reality and essence of their existence via home-based, low-cost and supervised correspondence courses.

His personal blog, Sun in Gemini, is at

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