Last Winter

Blizzard memories.


Looking out into the never-ending snow I am reminded of the time my mom and I were looking through the window into a Nor'easter. Up in Goshen. The chosen land, high on the hill in Massachusetts.

Ironically, overlooking the location of my dad's site of final destiny.

Our shared gaze came upon two crows on a dark and bare limb.

One crow was all huddled up, feathers ruffled, trying to keep warm . Maybe sick.

It's mate kept moving closer, sheltering, nudging.

Saying, C'mon we can do it , It's okay c'mon.

Crows mate for life