Winter Crows Always Must Go

A black creature enters my sight. 

Hovering beside me after harsh winter flight 

It is as cold as it always is, 

but it is warmer with you here. 

“Why stay?” I call to the wings in the sky. 

It is far too bright out.

You blind me from the fast-fading light. 

A dark shimmering of hope. 

“Come to save me?” I joke. 

But no… startled fluttering signals I went too far. 

“…Don’t leave me…” 

Now I am the only body in the darkness. 

My shape bears scars of loneliness and fear. 

And it is far too cold out. 

“Why go?” I cry to the empty sky. 

The frosty air is all I know with you gone. 

It is cold without you, my love. 

But deep down I know, 

Winter crows always must go…