The Speech of Crows
Strident as the jays they announce
the comings and goings of dawn
singular affairs, tall trees, a southern
wind, the name of cool mornings
and impending forgetfulness
various degrees of pink sky
I understand their message
I want to answer
I know similar things, river days
ocean nights, hard rains on white
but there is no translator.
Emily is a retired teacher and writer of poems since college. She focuses on natural images as witnessed by an anonymous observer that reflect the human emotions. She often camps alone to get the most of the world around her. For her, the silence of outdoors is priceless.