Love your flight,
humble crow
should love
to fly
with wind
wings rolling
tip to treetop
curling
flip fore
aft open
door to sky

Free from pretense, free to roll headlong into the unpredictable, the crow tumbles in a sudden, commanding move to find a way through December skies; at once bold and understated, haphazard and elegant.

Wish I could roll in life’s gusts with such ease … wish I could fly as a crow.