Saturday, October 3, 2015

Listening For Crows


                        ... rising from the meadow / morning mist

                                                                        ... we follow coyote's footprints listening for crows 

                                             ... this curiously quiet winter
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  1. shoreacresOctober 4, 2015 at 6:16 AM

    What a lovely photo. Funny to see winter mentioned, when the image is so warm and inviting. I've not heard a crow in ages. Perhaps I should listen harder.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineOctober 4, 2015 at 6:49 AM

      ... thus the last line ... :)

      I heard a field full of crows yesterday, it was wonderful ...

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  2. Geo.October 4, 2015 at 10:19 PM

    Timely poem! All summer long, I saw crows flying west. Monday-Tuesday I in San Francisco and they were there --a raucous flock on every seaside roof. Norse mythology aside, they go where the food is.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineOctober 5, 2015 at 8:02 PM

      Yes, the field has been so alive with the sound of crows and it's quite a sound this time of year ...

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  3. WildBillOctober 5, 2015 at 9:26 AM

    Simply beautiful both words and photo.

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