Crow on a Summer Breeze

I am crow, on summer’s breeze

Glimpsed in love with beating wings

Within the bright sun’s leaving.

My feathers’ strong and hollow shafts

Are filled with air you breathe

And softly lit in our reflected passion.

Remember this when dark and sodden bird

Looks out, short day’d from tree of Ash

Asking nothing of your walk of logs to fire.

Raise then your shuttered gaze

And for a moment hold my own

Before you pass into your tree-flamed cave

No-one sees behind the crow’s black looks

For writers do not live in winter trees

Freed here, in heights of soft blue union.

Write it narrow now, before we both forget

As autumn winds engage our throats.

And winter’s ice, our memories.

©Stephen Tanham 2020

Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit school of mystical living.

Email us at rivingtide@gmail.com

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