black crow standing
in white snow I think
I'll call you Dread
or Grim
or some other word to say
I'm weary
of Death's associations
stacking before me
and you'll know flying away
leaving me to ponder
or not? black crow
standing in white snow
I think
I'll call you Lovely
or Color
or some other word to show
your beauty
as you come prancing down
the pavement beside me