FOUR RAVENS FLYING:

Four ravens, flying over sun mantled hills,

Close, tight & together, light on ebony quills,

Dipping in dapples of their summer-time glee,

Just warm sunny silence, the four ravens & me.

 

Season changes as it must, to grey & murky coat,

Upon yonder thermals, just two black specks afloat,

Only two ravens now above, left sad & softly flying,

Other Two, mere shade, with sunshine, went off dying.

 

Then winter blankets all the land, in crisp & snowy white,

Reflected upon bright snow, I see four ravens now in flight,

Welcome back four ravens, though two of you are shadows,

Joyous reflections in sunshine & over white & snowy meadows.