crows feet
that laughter you see in my eyes, that mirth,
is but a white cloud scrolling in the blue of sky
a patch of wet snow-soaked earth
the heart of my smile is in the raven’s croak
and the cedar'd tendril of wood smoke
telling me home is near
as i stitch a path through the gambel oak
the raven in his tricksters-god form
leaves crows feet marks behind
More sample poems can be found at his blog, an illuminated path of heart.
All poems are the property of David Anthony Martin and used by permission.
