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A Congregation of Crows

Published by broussardlana on December 20, 2016

The crows would gather
in winter
in the field
across
from her house
as I pressed my nose
to the chill of the glass door
fingers ready
to create
in condensation clouds
Outside the crows
quite a contrast
their gleaming black wings
against the white swan snow
They’d bicker and flock
holding trial and court
these wise winter wanderers
crunching across the the snow
their little bird feet
treading stricken grass
the tall evergreens
standing like sentinels
Days when I was
heater happy
these small jesters
multiplied their rants
scrutinizing the townsfolk
searching the lines of their faces
for soft hearts
for feeders of birds
A Murder of Crows
to be exact
demanding and dark
not harbingers of death
but gatherers
in a field of life
covered in snow
traced by the small fingers
of a little girl
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31 Comments

  3. Phil Ryan Phil Ryan

    Wonderful LT! A reminisce beautifully captured. I swear the letters of the words turned into crows on the snow before my very eyes. 🙂

    # December 20, 2016
  7. Debbie Debbie

    Crows aren’t my favorite bird, Lana, but this is a lovely memory you’ve penned (and it helps me to see these noisy birds through your nonjudgmental child’s eyes!)

    # December 20, 2016
    • L. T. Garvin, Author L. T. Garvin, Author

      Thanks Debbie. They really aren’t my favorite either, but before I wrote down my memory about them, I did a bit of research and found out how intelligent they are. I did not previously realize that about them….

      # December 21, 2016
  9. Just Joan Just Joan

    Love how the description of the crows changes throughout the poem, and how it all circles back to the little girl with her nose pressed against the glass. Like an eclectic package tied with a neat bow. Love it. 🙂

    # December 20, 2016
  10. sanberdooboy sanberdooboy

    in this poem it’s as if you are painting two portraits: one of the crows and one of you as a little girl. both portraits come out vivid, nuanced, and true. some nice craft here as well, in lines such as “They’d bicker and flock/ holding trial and court/ these wise winter wanderers.” obviously i enjoyed reading and re-reading the poem.

    # December 21, 2016
    • L. T. Garvin, Author L. T. Garvin, Author

      That’s it, Michael… a story of me as a child on a cold winter’s day, and the flock of crows in a field across from my grandmother’s house. I’m glad you liked the poem, thank you so much for your lovely comment.

      # December 21, 2016

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