Thursday, February 19, 2015

A Convening of Feathers

Long winters may shunt the creative, but a scene rich in symbol caught my eye last week.
 
 

A Convening of Feathers


 
Three pheasants on snow and litter under brush.

A crow squawks from their side a jump or two away

with sisters above on lamp and bare branch.

 
Disturbed birds of china retreat by quick feet

then with a call of oriental chime in low flight west.

Black chatter hovers to chase in curious report.

 
Was there any agreement on the nature of late winter?

Or can birds of cross feather ever see the others' light?

I convene with my kind and hope to touch heart.


© 2015 Ardi Keim