The first set free from Noah's ark
appears a Raven on an April wing
A call of solitude, a rebuff to the hikers below
Over highest of the hidden snow
a handsome mystical darkling
Figure skating on precious air
The fell echoes to a raucous caw
A Raven on an April wing sets sail
Above the world
Above Scandale
Over crag, peak, mountain and falls
Diamond tails and flat wings us all,
Twisting and tumbling tricks done for the year,
as now there are hungry mouths near
Sparkling melt on warmer breeze
being the last memory of winter
A Raven on an April wing
A Raven, with a song to sing.
All sound, art work, poetry Copyright of MiE Fielding