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


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.