Haibun: April 2, 2016

River of Sky

Snow and bitter wind, a tough day for new arrivals like cranes and robins. The wind is blasting in from Canada across Lake Superior, which is cold and black as death. When Arctic cold rushes in, where does yesterday’s air blow off to? They say the sky is a river of moving air with eddies and turbulents, ever flowing. At least the chickadees seem happy. And the crows, of course. It’s never a bad day to be a crow.

crow in tall aspen

on the east property line —

no one owns the sky

About Ray Sharp

Poet, athlete, retired public health planner
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