Raven clings to the towering worn-out
pine like a shining star still snagged
on last December's holiday tree.
But
does he truly cling?
Perhaps it's simpler -
more effortless.
Perhaps he's merely perched,
perusing his neighbors welcoming
their day.
Perhaps He's a She stopping to rest
to ponder
to hunt
to admire the stunning views.
Raven balances on the pinnacle of her world.
Brother wind caresses
coaxes
challenges her
to stand tall and powerful.
Raven flips him the bird
and
SOARS
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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About Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner
I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner 
I think I might have to adopt this practice. And my fingers and toes are crossed that the sale of your book happens soon :-).
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What turns up is always interesting at the very least. Thanks for the crossed digits!
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I don’t think I get to play in these ones…I always see our dog first thing and then our cats. Probably not much spiritual about them…they just want food! 🙂
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My dogs are the first in my life too, so I go with the first one outside the home that I’m aware of. Always interesting.
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Whenever I see a black bird my mind automatically sings, “Black bird singing in the dead of night.” I love your Raven. It makes me smile. You do too!
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Thank you Diane. You and Madame Beasley make me smile too!
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My dog was the first critter I saw today. Woof! I like your poem. Donna. and the way you laid it out on the page. It soars!
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Thank you Susanne. I finally looked up how to space. The only weird thing is the shading behind the text, but that might be theme related. Looking forward to your next masterpiece!
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how did you know it was a raven?
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They’re different from crows…bigger, wedge shape, shinier.
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Oh yeah. nice poem. May all your wishes come true.
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Thanks. We’ll see.
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Donna, that’s fantabulous news about your book 😀
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Thanks Lyn! It sure is. And how are you these days? Been thinkin’ of ya.
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Ohh, you know…same ol’ same ol’ LOL
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Hi Donna—I love your idea of taking meaning from the first animal that crosses your path. Thank you! I would love, love, love it if you got on Twitter. I would welcome you with open arms 🙂
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Thanks, Annina. As for twitter, some day, just not now. I have enough keeping me from my WIP at the moment. Stay well. 🙂
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