A CROW IN WINTER 
by JULIA NUSBAUM

We broke in half, 

the two of us. 

Split wood

cracked and dry on a winter morning. 

 

My breath

a cloud between us

as dawn broke.

Bright

and good. 

 

There are no birds

in winter. 

Just the lonely call of a crow

who circles high

and has no friends below. 

 

I watch him, 

entangled in the morning sun. 

One call, 

then two. 

Descending into the frozen garden. 

 

I turn back 

to you. 

But nothing lingers, 

in the space where we split. 

Only frozen air

and the lonely call of a crow in winter.      

AUTHOR BIO:

Julia Nusbaum is the founder and Editor in Chief of HerStry Literary Magazine. Her work has appeared in Mutha Magazine, Peach Velvet Magazine, Mothers Always Write, Pussy Magic Magazine, The Feminine Collective, Reliving History and elsewhere. She lives and works and writes in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.