poem of the day January 21 Around the

Around the 

Little Big Horn

the warriors

of the Sioux

hiding in drifting snow

floated across

the frozen highway

Riding on the wind

toward the direction

of three wise crows

eating fresh road kill

As I drove by them

the crows looked up

with their black beaks

before flying off

toward the river

reminding  me

of spirits of the past