The Keeper’s Riddle

Black sight set in grey light –

Piercing shadow, silent keeper

Of all ways right – perched atop

The bent beech, death’s riddle.

Look! The dearly has departed

With neither flap nor flutter…



Pale face peering.
Brown eyes wondering.
Bright mind wandering
Like ravens in flight,
Earthly woes cast off
Over light, heavens
And more important things.
She drifts back to life,
My momentary muse…