Full Crow Moon

Full Crow Moon

If you told me how you'd watched crow
Darken the bright bare limbs of an oak,
How that harsh call brought you to
mortal grief, I'd believe you.

Walking among the cedars at dusk, I found one
Lightning struck, split and grown together arm
In arm. Even the pines lean in to each other.
Dusk rises with the silver silence of birds.

The last shadow of wings shapes the ground.
Already, rough buds swelling to green.
Another winter flown back to the stars.
The sun still cold on my cheek.

I am leaving this place with a pocket of luck:
Two blue marbles, a feather and a stone.
Small things, but good enough. Bright
Treasure of this night. Full crow moon.