Friday, February 26, 2010
Ghosts of the Forest.
Rain and clouds: mist swirling through the treetops.
Looking up, a large bird swept through the limbs,
travelling fast, on its way to somewhere important.
I recognized it, but still didn't know what it was.
Then two ravens sped past, a few seconds later.
Only then did the shape fit the glimpse.
An Albino Raven!
Everything carries its own medicine.
What you see is what you get:
Left with a sense of awe and wonder,
I wandered off through the woods.