crows as a boy
in south Texas
I heard crows
cawing through
tree branches
only in
autumn.
now in mid-life
I hear crows
cawing in bright
summer
heat.
is
autumn
upon me
so soon?
Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo "Crow 103" by photographer/media artist Meggan Gould.
Series of crow photos taken while Ms. Gould was living in
Mumbai (Bombay), India.
http://www.meggangould.net/index.htm
The seasons, and time itself, stand still for no man. You capture this beautifully in your poem, a poignant reminder of our own mortality. And I love the photograph too :)
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ReplyDeleteReminiscent and thought provoking. It's a subject I've been pondering lately, as well.
ReplyDeleteEverything is changing in the world especially seasons... But I guess it's all in the mind...
ReplyDeletei think in mid-life autumn is not this close but already quite close…i'm 42 right now and hope the crows stay away for a bit…smiles
ReplyDeleteAhhh, the crows awaken me each morning all summer long here in central Texas. Even so there are hints of autumn in the air.
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