The crows laugh at us, you know
We bundle
And trundle
Dreading the day
And the skin-freezing wind.
They glide
Courting sky
Scoffing earth
Riding on windy chill
And laughing.
They risk the freeze
To dance with ease –
And we tuck our heads down
Baiting wind with frown.
Avoiding the kiss
That holds hands
With risk.
Believing endurance
Our only insurance
If only we’d look
To the sky.