Corvids' Rule: A Winter Poem

  Now that we have reached the middle of the winter, I have started going back through my notebooks in search of any winter poem starters. I found a few where I describe the bareness and bitterness of the landscape. There are reflections on the idea of the loneliness and despair that often exist in this winter world. I also discovered entries where I have embraced these feelings of solitude and paired them with something of beauty. I like these pictures of my winter home because they make me think that there is beauty within every layer that is stripped away and what we are left with is our own existence. Somehow this thinking about the contrast between darkness and light, led me to write this poem.
  I see the most Corvids(which is the name for the family of birds including the raven, crow, and magpie) near my home during the winter than any of the other seasons. These dark feathered birds are a contrast to the white backdrop of the winter world I wanted to create, so they made perfect subjects for this particular poem. The fact that these birds are thought of as being highly intelligent inspired me to have them speak.