Crow Takes My Hand

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Crow calls to me from above. There he is—on that roof.  He extends his invitation again and again.

leave sidewalks behind–
rise, and conjure golden fields
waving to azure

skies filled with high flying clouds,
wings singing songs into the air

I know there is magic here, even in places filled with concrete and glass.

Holding out my arms, I wish: carry me home.

watching my child-self
lying in a bed of green–
opened up, shining

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For NaPoWriMo today, we are talking to animals.  Crow is always hanging around in my world.

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15 responses to “Crow Takes My Hand”

  1. robertawrites235681907 says :

    Gorgeous Kerfe. Another stunning poem.

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  2. Jodi says :

    beautiful!

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  3. merrildsmith says :

    I love this–and crows. Magical!

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  4. memadtwo says :

    Love how crows jump out of the way of moving cars. You can count on it. Beautiful colors in that art work.

    Like

  5. Sharon Mann says :

    I love the communication of the crows. Wonderful poem.

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  6. deuxiemepeau says :

    So beautiful, I love how it flows from the universal skies to that precious private memory of you in bed, shining. And again, the art work is precious. Crows have just come into my poem for today too!

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