Ravens

Ravens

I find simplicity

outside my window

where a pair of ravens

strut, stand, & stomp

across a blanket of

crusty, crystalline snow.

Like pilots of a plane

they look up to the sky

thoughtfully flap their

distinct fringed wings

and fly up to the

naked maple branches

landing with a silent flutter

and anchoring themselves

with a firm steady perch,

like acrobats on a high wire.

A conversation ensues

solving complicated problems

I’m sure.

Without warning these

dark, shiny black figures

leap from one branch to another

their wedged-shaped tails

propel them into the late

winter gray skies

free-falling like bungee jumpers

with confidence and grace.

Shiny black feathered friends

glide and soar in and out

above and below the forest

performing aerial stunts

joining in the simplicity

of what the day has offered up

reveling in joy!

I have a change of heart.

I know longer see or feel

their “unkind” reputation.

I see the beauty and simplicity

Of their existence.