Raven clings to the towering worn-out
pine like a shining star still snagged
on last December's holiday tree.
does he truly cling?
Perhaps it's simpler -
Perhaps he's merely perched,
perusing his neighbors welcoming
Perhaps He's a She stopping to rest
to admire the stunning views.
Raven balances on the pinnacle of her world.
Brother wind caresses
to stand tall and powerful.
Raven flips him the bird
Raven visited me on a walk early yesterday morning, inspiring
this poem. Often, when I'm aware of the first animal that
crosses my path on any given day, I like to look up its symbolic
meaning. In this case, raven tells me "Something special is
about to happen. Use gratitude to speed its process. [S/He]
is a master of bending and folding time and space so that you
are exactly in the right moment at the right time."
Well then - I am extremely grateful for first, having you,
my dear Reader, faithfully following my weekly escapades
and second, for having Stephen Fraser as my agent.
As for timing? She has already blessed me with you. The
sale of my first middle grade adventure novel will be my
next dream fulfilled.
Now - do you remember the first animal you saw today?
Check it out and let me know what you think.
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