Raven Call

Ravens caw the serenade

Of a winter’s dying daylight,

Dwindling into barren earth,

Sewn with dreams below the ice

Which freeze and die for

Wanting and waiting.

Creaking through petrified air

The bird call groans and moans

It’s rattle chain

It’s prison grate

Upon a ruined ground.

Summer, spring, unreal:

It coughs and caws

The lie of sunlight,

The false promise of growth.

Wait and wait and wait we say

And age and age and age.

Life is but an interlude

A momentary seeming

Beneath a raven’s w...