Crows A disheartening of crows gathered in winter fields. Naked trees from disused rail road tracks, dark stains on white linen. In trust we are led through this stark terrain, senses soaked in sparse liquor, a hungry air tasting our flesh, a murmuring of hardened, thirsting soil. They rise, wheeling, across the sky, black flecks of mortality in widening whites of eyes. ©AndrewJamesMurray
Corvids A clamour of crows, raucous and riotous in their autumn fraternity. Light-golden bathed, arbitrating beneath the season’s bowered crown. A dirt road winds through the foilaged banks. A single jackdaw dines on a roadkill banquet, fading upon the forest edge. Melting into sundown. And from the depths: the screaming, spectral, jays. ©AJM
Crows. Here is a selection of poems by poets from all over the world. Hopefully a good omen for 2016, I have a couple of things in it. Some good stuff here.
And it’s all about crows! Now there’s a surprise, after all that’s been said, eh?
Find your way by hovering your pointer over ‘Experience’ and scrolling down, or click here.
Most of all, enjoy – and Happy New Year!
the zen space
PS. Due to technical reasons I have had to omit several contributions, and I would like to apologise for that. In particular I have to apologise to regular contributor Tyler Pruett.