Crows Call

March 7th, 2018 by Magdalena Tabor

Image result for snow falling through window

Crows call

Through the fast-falling snow,

Both filling the void

In equal measure.

How good it is to watch and listen

To nothing

But the stirrings of the soul,

To spend the time actively searching

For nothing in particular,

And finding the all-important

In idle restlessness.


Crows call.

And faster forms the ghostly plumage

Of my shortcomings

In drifts and drafts,

A profusion of the nonsensical

In answer to my bucket list

Left lying to itself.