Flight of the Raven
I stood at the overlook absorbing the vast Blue Ridge,
enjoying my knew found word - cimmerian -
watched it cavort with a favorite word - luminous
across the mountain peaks...
and as always, I felt a longing, a searching
that always cloaks me at this elevation, sunrise or sunset;
ponder Time which cavorts ahead, enigmatically;
look back, see a mirage - for don't we all
like to rearrange the past into something pleasant?
I think it was his size that took my breath away,
not the shadow that winged over me, angel-like,
nor the romanesque profile silhouetted against mountain's vista -
although both were impressive;
felt forlorn as the messenger soared off, his secret intact
so taken with his arrival, I didn't listen.
I've learned it's a powerful privilege to cry with a Raven,
embrace rebirth, anticipate new perspectives
and I ponder what challenges await me,
what hides in the shadows, what is holding me back?
Thrilled my Scorpian's "fire" is compatible
with Raven's "playfulness"...
by Margaret Bednar, May 4, 2017
A really (seriously REALLY cool) neat Pinterest all about Crows and Ravens HERE
Ten neat facts about Ravens HERE
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Artistic Interpretations - Small Town Inspirations"