pizzicato on crystal clouds

silence, an old crow,
rises slow with sun, circles
black sky blue, shatters.

shards cluster in flocks
chattering morning before
dawn breaks all at once.

a nuthatch circles
brown tree green,

weaving arcs between
dying and dying

while fading moon
lays down her bow,

plays pizzicato on
crystal clouds.

©2023 Steven Schroeder