Crow wings
forest green.
bitter cold.
clouds of breath.
the sound of
Wolf.
Calling in the
Dark.
Lost in Quiet.
a Raven
Caws.
spelling its presence and
claws.
CRUNCH.
the Quiet is
Gone.
Raven calls.
Man is here,
in the Wood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem Katherine (with a K) . Simple yet deeply meaningful and moving.