There is a chill in the meadow that echoes my thoughts.
The frost lays heavy and hard across the land.
I wait while leaning against an old oak.
Watching.
A murder of crows breaks the morning quiet.
I wonder what set them off.
They circle in the east and fly off over the silver meadow.
I wait.
Eventually they come one by one out of the forest.
Searching silently.
Morning breaks and they disappear back into the brush.
The day begins.
15 comments:
Very nicely described. I wanted to be there.
Nice buck!! Frost in the meadow is beautiful!
What an inspiring start to the morning!
This is beautifully poetic! Lovely!
Your prose is lovely.
Love this post! Lori
It’s interesting that you use the term “murder” of crows. We were having this discussion the other day. All these archaic terms - a parliament of owls, a charm of goldfinches, a gaggle of geese - and so on are well known, but in practical terms are never used. No one ever goes birding for the day and suddenly exclaims, “There’s a trembling of finches!”
I might say that only to be different as I am from the older generation and love those sort of terms. The murder of crows felt right here as it was a sudden and loud ...and somewhat crazy disturbance in a very quiet morning.
I actually didn't know about some of those archaic terms! I love them!
Thanks!
It was beautiful, but man it was cold! Though I had on insulated coveralls.
thank you!
Sometimes just being up is inspiring!
Well worth the chill of a cold morning!
Nice buck! I’ve heard of the sayings murder of crows and gaggle of geese, but not the others quoted by the commenter above. RHill, TX
LD.....The frost in the meadow is wonderful. You have so many trees that it is nice to see some open land.
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