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
Bright
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