Haiku my Heart - Halloween Life

 in the midnight hour
a black raven calls to me
come to the forest

 THE RAVEN

Now, in winter, I follow a path
a fire road carved out of the woods through the trees
winding in and out like a snake seeking food
I feel the cold wind on my back
cutting through my light jacket
 the sharp teeth of winter biting my face

a deep grey sky indicates a pending snowstorm
In the distance, a black crow caws his message to the forest
echoing on the cold, heavy air
He receives no answer to his call

No answer.

 A raven, unexpectedly, has perched upon my shoulder
its blue-black wings tight against its slender, hollow bones
leaning slightly forward, his jet black eye peers into mine
speaking a silent language
warning me
but I cannot hear the silent thoughts

I cannot heed his warning.

 “Why, raven, have you sought me out among all others? 
What message do you bring me?”
but the silent raven only stares
and digs with sharp talons into my coat
the wind moves his feathers in a flapping motion
 as if willing him to fly
yet he clings

He clings.

 “What is the message, raven?” I ask again 
silently, without sound, my lips still
but his eyes, like deep dark pools of swirly muddy water
give only a penetrating stare
the wind increases
the dark bird flies
and I am left to face the coldness of the night alone
 wondering if the raven has stolen my soul

Stolen my soul

Madame Sylvia links with

recuerda my corazon
          where you can find some lovely haiku

and forget  your HALLOWEEN fears

 my paintings acrylic
from a past traveling
journal. Blue moon from
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