Crows in the Morning

I woke again as your raucous sound

Brought forth a day in which I found

That winter skies though cold and bleak

Still held hope of which to speak

 

As from those trees the winds stripped bare

You rose as one with little care

For those below who longed to stay

Within their sleep, safe from the day

 

And as I looked up to the sky

Your wheeling image showed me why

Life, regardless of its form

Dispels the dark and makes me warm.