by Steve Tanham
We sat, in end of day repose To speak of evenings drawing cold And grass with moisture in its folds And share our wine with crows ➰ One, bolder than the rest Climbed high, as if to rise and reach A silver phantom, caught in sun’s Descending rays out of the west ➰ Within the moment’s crest and hiss What thoughts, I wondered, passed … Read More Wine with Crows
by Steve Tanham
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 … Read More Crow on a Summer Breeze
by Steve Tanham
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 … Read More Enduring Crows
by Steve Tanham
Wise crows, raven-kin Driven from your ancient trees What home will call you now? — Where cosy craft Of power’s secret circle Convinces gentle folk That cut and death and burn Deliver best the clearing tide. — Revealing light? — Barren gaps and ugly fires Of healthy wood consume Both eye and view in sadness The darker light made clear. — Be welcome, … Read More Wise crows, raven-kin
Sun in Gemini 
You must be logged in to post a comment.