Raven Glow

among the chilled drapes of frost
still clinging
damp gossamer on the fronds
a wren sang to the runnel
trickling to its riverine destiny

two ravens
shook the beaded snow from their shoulders
and coughed private soliloquies
that intertwined
became dialogue
and melted away
in wild witchy laughter
whose depths
only a wry wren
could fathom

Inspired at Big Basin State Park, CA, March 2001
Transcribed from memory, July 16, 2002
Originally titled “Corvid Ego Super He Go”