Blue Dusk

The crows gather in the trees,
hundreds of jostling black bodies,
voices raised in a chorus
of harsh language.
The only disturbance in this
solitude of blanketing snow.
And the soft, tangible blue
that tinges every object.
Glowing and ethereal,
singular and fleeting.
Only a few moments of wonder
in this soft blue dusk
in the cold Midwest.