arise to witching hour,
the moon eclipsing the sun–
in afterlight crow echoes his own call
gathered clouds, a bower
of reflected light returned,
unwrapping into daylight from its pall
crossing time as well as space–
a hush that parallels the day’s forestall
twin umbras pause, passing–
opposites in brief embrace–
Aurora wakes, released to fly withal
Another kerf poem, for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday, where Gwen Plano has provided the words Dawn & Twilight. My apartment doesn’t face east at all, but the eclipsed sunrise felt very different yesterday, veiled and stilled, and the crows had a lot to say about it.
Another collage from the archives.