Fly Through Winter

Night's open sky drives the temperature below zero.

Dawn's dense clouds drift down from mountain peaks.

Snow blows against the house

and sticks to our north windows.

Wind sings of winter,

wakes me.

Between densely falling flakes of snow

Raven flies upward outside my window

Shining black wings above the wind,

hoarsely croaks my name

and laughs,

"Ride winter wind

feed on snowflakes

breathe frozen air,"

and laughs,

flies from sight into the snow

lost to my vision in winter clouds.