Posts Tagged ‘ crow ’
Early dawn –
into my dream breaks
a cawing crow
コロナの禍花は咲けども宴無く
Akeyasuya karasu no koe ni yume yabure
Satoru Kanematsu, Japan
Source: Best of Autumn Moon Haiku Journal, Volume 3 (3:1 and 3:2) – Autumn Moon Haiku Journal
Parenting may be linked to the evolution of larger brains and intelligence in corvids
Source: Like humans, these big-brained birds may owe their smarts to long childhoods | Science | AAAS
Winter Prayers
Icicles that trapped the crow’s voice for weeks
have melted to nothing.
Two crows exchange oaks, scan the horizon.
Their eyes promise a night without stars.
My god is a half-filled cup of cold coffee.
If I call home, will I answer the phone?
My god is a buzzing fluorescent light.
If I answer, what will I say?
My god is a rag of meat grease.
Will I tell myself anything that might help?
My god is the sound of a refrigerator, humming.
I hang up before it’s too late.
III. Terce: Running the Cash Register
All the students are happy, talking,
heading home for Christmas.
Some won’t make it back, will find themselves
years from now on a freeway ramp
south of Chicago, watching snow fall, nothing
but snow in their pockets.
Crows will follow them wherever they go.
An old man steps carefully down the ice-sidewalk.
His skinny, brittle legs know
that everything in his briefcase doesn’t matter.
How do I know he won’t make it through the winter?
Another year ends
and what have I accomplished?
A solitary crow follows me home
with his stone-breaking call.
Old bread and bottles wash up from melting snow.
The bitter last meal of those
who believe you can always start over.
If you can, you’re an endless beginner.
If you can’t, you’re an endless fool.
Orange light through fog.
Streets quiet as blood
through the veins.
– Christien Gholson
Source: noise & silence: Winter Prayers
down
pour
my furious heart
*
the crow
first to rise, its
silent aubade
o dark,
dark nature
of light
Donna Fleischer
not now, crow …
the wind’s painting
canyon walls
© Robert D. Wilson
Under the Basho 2016
“The things we know / cannot be applied,” begins a poem in Kay Ryan’s new poetry collection, Erratic Facts (Grove Press, 64 pages), the first release since
Source: Upending What We Understand So as to Get to Wonder: ‘Erratic Facts’ by Kay Ryan – ZYZZYVA
the Blue crow
brings morning silence
with its wings
– Goran Gatalica
Issa’s Untidy Hut: Goran Gatalica & Olivier Schofer: Wednesday Haiku, #212.
word pond 