Ravens remember what time forgets
inchoate echoes of lost moments set
aside are winter snow and green summer’s glow
cawing and gamboling flights over dead fields below
Spirals of creating invention’s updraft on wings
nightfall over the sky isn’t a thing which birds sing
being and becoming flights unteathered like purposeful dreams
with vocabularies expanding to boundaries they mean
Motivations to rise with sunrise sky tides
the aerial purpose follows after nemesis to confide
a quest for blood unfeathered, spotted nests with overflight
cautious fledglings, the sharp talons they will fight
What do they know of snows, arrows, pain and nights
hardened in a world for them sometimes without seeming
coefficients of adversity established questionable foresight
to be and become, it is grace in the light.
Garrison Gibson: books and blog 