Big Black Birds

The raven caw loudly from tree branches, as 2 of them argue or emphasize a point These large birds seem to arrive at times of death I saw them at a graveyard on a cold winter day I see them lately swirling above in Spring Something about their voice carries far As if it is full of unwanted messages repeating... The silence may be better, but too empty at times Moments fill with thoughts of then, now, later Instead, I choose to fly myself , with new thoughts Above and beyond all this, with imagination Knowing later, my voice will carry just as far and break any lurking silence that breaks my heart New things will be found, created and experienced Just as the Cherry blossoms bloom above dead crocus There will always be the inevitable circumstances There is no way to dodge such hurdles in life But, with my mind, heart and soul anything is possible With my being, I will overcome, death and destruction I know my journey and every step that I have taken It is a long, weaving road that leads to peace... as it whispers Heidi Sands 5/14/24 (C)opyright