Mourning Crow

Crow, past my window, 
where do you fly to on this 
beautiful morning? 
Let us brew some mid-
day coffee and nightly tea. 
Bring me to your nest 
and hear the early 
peepers sing with your cousins. 
Resolution falls 
in spring, after the 
sum of winter rests limply 
in your black talons. 

Tell me where to fly. 
I will save the warmth and keep 
my window open 
for you to come perch. 
I will lure in the sun and 
be the messenger 
dove of love long gone. 
I will wait for you to come 
home, cawing my name.