A Crow in Winter

We broke in half
The two of us
Splitting like wood
Cracked and dry on a cold winter morning.

I could see my breath
Hanging like a cloud between us
While dawn broke
And good.

There are no birds in the winter
Just the lonely call of the crow
Who circles high
And has no friends below.

I watch him
Entangled in the morning sun
One caw
Then two
Descending down into the frozen garden.

When I am done I turn back
To you
But nothing lingers now in the space where we split
Just frozen air
And the lonely call of a crow in winter.  

-Julia Nusbaum. Creator