Crow on a Summer Breeze

Sun in Gemini

I am crow, on summer’s breeze

Glimpsed in joy with beating wings

To follow the bright sun’s leaving.

My feathers’ strong and hollow shafts

Are filled with the air you breathe

And the soft light of our reflected joy.

Remember this when dark and sodden bird

Hangs heavy, short-day’d in your tree of Ash

Asking nothing of your walk of log to fire.

Raise then your narrow gaze

And for a moment hold my own

Then pass into your tree-flamed cave

No-one sees behind the crow’s black looks

For writers do not live in winter trees

Freed, briefly, now, in soft blue union.

Write it now, before we both forget

As autumn winds engage our throats.

And winter’s ice, our memories.

©Stephen Tanham 2020

Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit school of mystical living.

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