Knowing she was sad, eleven crows
arrived with gifts: delicate feathers
chips of quartz and granite, short lengths of red
and yellow yarn, crumpled bits of paper
all colorful, some shiny with beef tallow
others sticky and vanilla-scented.
How did they know? she wondered
as they littered her winter green lawn
with their offerings, creating a mosaic
as vibrant
as a Van Gogh night sky
or a Monet meadow.
Nice….
On Thu, Nov 8, 2018 at 2:14 PM Wild Imaginings: A Spiritual Journey wrote:
> Sparks posted: “Knowing she was sad, eleven crows arrived with gifts: > delicate feathers chips of quartz and granite, short lengths of red and > yellow yarn, crumpled bits of paper all colorful, some shiny with beef > tallow others sticky and vanilla-scented. H” >