Crow Shaped

Jason // April 6 // 6 Comments

Everything was an echo down amongst the budding willows
Curls of torpid branches loomed in the floodwaters
Reflections of winter’s last stand
Crow shaped
Horse chestnut buds launched their clasping hands in a slo-mo salute
As cormorant careened by, swirling oil hues through the dawn mist
Sat in a deer squat surrounded by soft belly fur
I too became crow shaped
Flexing my wing fingers in unison as she called the day to its birthing

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    About the Author Jason

    Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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