With the storm over
and sunlight skipping across
the fields, crows begin
to strut and squawk, claiming they’re
the bringers of light and warmth.
JDG
With the storm over
and sunlight skipping across
the fields, crows begin
to strut and squawk, claiming they’re
the bringers of light and warmth.
JDG
The Ojibway author Gerald Vizenor interpreted/re-expressed a number of lyric poems of the Ojibway in his book Summer in the Spring. No. 19 is “Song of the Crows.” Your post reminded me of it!
The first to come
I am called
Among the birds.
The rain I bring
Crow is my name.
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This is wonderful.
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