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
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
Descending down into the frozen garden.
When I am done I turn back
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