january

Crows

There was a wind last night and what a storm

It rattled windows and it hammered doors

It wrecked the shelters and uprooted trees

This morning it’s still at it , blowing

and the leaves

Are whirling round like dynamos

Hands that span an octave

Silhouettes against the sky

Lifting up in columns where the crows

Are battling the currents , feathers splaying

Like spread fingers on a keyboard playing

        Jazz

Anita Greg 13/01.2019