Dr. Wilbur Smith

The Crow

Light plays through
    the tree, creating
    a shadow dance
    of sparkling leaves

The gentle breeze lightly
    caresses my face,
    adding to the joy of
    a sweet autumn morning

The silence nudges
    thoughts of other
    places and times
    of my soul’s solitude

A crow caws from the
    top of a tree, punctuating
    the calm, sending a message
    of urgency to her mate.

Wilbur I. Smith
November - 2004