The Crow and the Douglas Fir
Crow born in the Douglas fir,
croaking, voice like cracking bark,
a black hole happening
in moments the tree cannot measure,
its ringed heart beats in decades.
Now flying between bare trees,
a black photon appearing when
observed, voice like creaking time,
disappearing back into potential.
About the Author
Matthew James Friday has had poems published in numerous international magazines and journals, including, recently: All the Sins (UK), The Blue Nib (Ireland), and Acta Victoriana (Canada). The mini-chapbooks All the Ways to Love, Waters of Oregon, and The Words Unsaid were published by the Origami Poems Project (USA). Learn more at his website.