how weather changes
when the raven dips her wing
into the river
Pigeons
in the village square
a hundred pigeons scrounging
for a crumb or two
Blame
Who can blame the wren,
the chickadee and robin
for their songs of joy?
Fragrance
Street of the Flowers,
how I have missed your fragrance
and your cobblestones!
Figs
seven unripe figs
still clinging to the branches
while the ravens weep
Mark M. Redfearn 