The Light on those Wings
by Janine Acevedo
Wind rocks the pine tree
while ravens lift and settle
lift and settle on the branches
saying and saying.
The size of them, the heft
the sheen
the meat of them
as they lift and settle
lift and settle
saying, saying, saying.
The sky has that dark
gleam of more rain
to come
it’s cold.
Wind in the pine tree branches:
that sound
and how the tree moves.
Those ravens: rearranging off and on
saying, saying--
Suddenly they lift, tilt, veer:
the light on those wings
their heft, their sheen, their silence
gone
The pine still moving
as if breathing.
Photo Credit:
Shiro Kasamatsu - Pine Tree in Rain, Kinokunizaka, in Tokyo
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Janine Acevedo is filled with awe by the beauty in every day moments and can't help but write about them. She lives with her husband, daughter and dog in northern California. Being diagnosed with a chronic illness has made her slow down, and in doing do, she finds more and more at which to marvel.
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