Cedar
Snow
filtering down
through the cedars
silence
except for the sifting
sifting
voice of the cold
Hearts
are dark
Flesh
transparent
The crisp scent
of crystals
clinging
to the needles
breathe
there is no wind
breathe
In the night
in the blackness
under the heavy clouds
a dark bird
died
hunched
claws gripping
a high branch
age
and the cold
creeping in, in
until blood and brain
and instinct
ended
It did not
fall
Clamped in rigor
frozen
death shadow
high
in the cedar
Bodiless
he stands
there in the trees
Rane
looking up
at the still crow
looking
snow
falling through his eyes
(c) 2004 Malcolm Deeley
Snow
filtering down
through the cedars
silence
except for the sifting
sifting
voice of the cold
Hearts
are dark
Flesh
transparent
The crisp scent
of crystals
clinging
to the needles
breathe
there is no wind
breathe
In the night
in the blackness
under the heavy clouds
a dark bird
died
hunched
claws gripping
a high branch
age
and the cold
creeping in, in
until blood and brain
and instinct
ended
It did not
fall
Clamped in rigor
frozen
death shadow
high
in the cedar
Bodiless
he stands
there in the trees
Rane
looking up
at the still crow
looking
snow
falling through his eyes
(c) 2004 Malcolm Deeley
painting copyright Felipe Echevarria