WHEN RAVEN CALLS

FullSizeRender-1Raven 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

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                              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.

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.
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18 Responses to WHEN RAVEN CALLS

  1. 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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  2. 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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  3. Diane Jay says:

    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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  4. menomama3 says:

    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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  5. Vic says:

    how did you know it was a raven?

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  6. Vic says:

    Oh yeah. nice poem. May all your wishes come true.

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  7. Lyn says:

    Donna, that’s fantabulous news about your book 😀

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  8. 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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