A poem.

How smart are crows?

Crows rise in large numbers from their roost at dawn to circle and wheel above the city.

Sights from the open road in passing.

A flock of crows gliding and playing in the wind of the sky together.

A poem for summer’s end.

A haiku.

A poem for Jane.

Look at those crows go.

Dreams start off good until the dreamer feels a fool.