You Are a Raven Heather Sager I hike the mountain looking for you and your warm advice. I search the cabin, the horse farm and field but you’re not there. By the unceasing, hoary day, I insist you live. The sea eagle skirts the piney hill and I inherit your daylight pain. Birds flotilla the field and sky. Now I know you are not dead— only transformed. Cursed by life’s disloyalties you approach as a jet-black raven, make your precise […] Continue Reading
