poetry by j matthew waters

winter without black crows

how I really feel I cannot ascertain
there are too many rats chasing facts
and not enough truths in the supply chain

and so I retreat into the comfort
that is black and white and oh so very cold

lone blue jay and two magpies
occupy much of my time
now that winter has nearly settled in

outside there are fallen trees to feed the fire
but I venture out only if I must

my deepest sleep often find bluejay
and two magpies flying from treetop to treetop

and as dawn appears they fall back to earth
sleepwalking on nearby trails

come midmorning they find themselves
back in my own backyard
eager to chatter about their escapades
and how next time I should join them

october two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “winter without black crows

  1. wow. sweet and sad.

  2. denise0904 on said:

    Fall carpets the ground to keep the warmth thru winter, what a pretty poem.

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