the lone black bird
blue feathers
stark relief
in bare tree
opening up wintered land
space revealed by absence 
tasting isolation in the air
a low caw 
cars far off adding their journey
soon the bird will lift
bright against colorless sky
where he lands 
as if aware of thin curtain
softly slung between 
one moment and another
life time
absent by shift of wind
blowing with the redeemed hands of far away
lending their secrets in ebbing diminishment