At the Equinox by Martha Christina

Built high in the maple
the crows’ nest held
sturdy as a burl
through the long winter.

Yesterday, Spring
roared in, proverbial.
Today, the nest is gone,
bare branches, barer still.

And the crows?
Raucous.
Resilient.
Rebuilding.



Martha Christina is a frequent contributor to Brevities. Longer work appears in Innisfree Poetry Journal, Naugatuck River Review, earlier postings of Red Eft Review, and most recently in Star 82 Review, and Crab Orchard Review. She has published two collections: Staying Found (Fleur-de-lis Press) and Against Detachment (Pecan Grove Press).