Wednesday, November 5, 2008

farewell, raven

I brushed the hoar frost
from your beak, transient white feathers
foreign to your indelible black;

I lifted your body gently, feeling
your fine rabbit-like bones with
my gloved hands;

I placed you where you could better hear
the sounds of the river rushing by,
freeze-up only now beginning.

Your body is under the snow
now, and the scavengers may find you,
but your soul they cannot touch.


Rachel Westfall
November 5, 2008

2 comments:

DragonFly24 said...

Blessed Be, Raven Brother. It is sad to hear of a Cousin's passing, but beautiful to witness such a pure moment. In Perfect Love, Morrigane.

RachelW said...

Thank you, Morrigane.