Crows are back, Carrack Carrack

The great phalanxes of autumn slipped back unheralded until today,

now they make the aspen tremble, with their heavy bodies, strident calls.

 

Silent  magpies assemble, white chests still gleaming with the rime of winter,

watching these noisy posers, who carried spring home on sleek black wings.

Spring is back, Carrack Carrack