Crag the Crow

Three wisps of clouds travel the hazy heavens.   The dome of the sky containing the cool of the day  for a bit longer this morning.  The sparrow has left the nest for his rounds.  The mouse is off on some errand.  This voyeurism is made under shade,  on a porch,  in a sorta comfy chair. The suburban wildlife is wandering, as the derelict house stands here.   Slowly sinking; slowly yellow to greening.  The cedar leans to threaten with inevitability  Of a cleansing crash from a supersubstantial sabine.    ...

I gave you a song about those two trees over there. Surviving just beyond their precarious adolescence, Soaring to see beyond our crumbling buildings.  And I told you a limb had splintered on one tree While the other grew strong and proud. I told you that I stood there and watched it happen.  Though I did not tell you the rest.  Restrained by the form, I was short of time To tell you about the moments I spent watching. Moments, and perhaps even hours - Time spent on important matters of soul.  Hands on my hips and I surveyed nature.  (Nature is often my poetic subject, and by that I am most surprised).  Looking to juice meaning from the mundane.  I stepped out of my shelter and breathed the succulent air.  Those two oaks opening the leaves of their pages  And unraveling timeless theology.  I read the icons to the ceiling of their vaunted vault. The vengeful sky roiled with porphyric pe...

Derelict house Dancing mouse Crook of tree Through you I see Sparrow quest Building nest