From their treetops
the crows already see
the coming year
Last day of the year…
amid the bare trees I walk
on my solitary way
My lonely path
into the new year wanders
between bare trees
This, my life,
I animate with my heart
and live as poetry…
New year
old resolutions
this life of poetry
Rooted in Love 
I like how the crows are at the top of the poem like they are in the bare treetops of the poem. I like that there is more than one crow observing the solitary poet. I like how this poem “looks” bare and yet feels full… Even loneliness is filling, to a poet. Such a beautiful delicate use of words… with bold black crow pronounced shapes. I do personally watch crows for weather predictions. They are uncanny.
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