Havranci (little ravens)

Veteran's Day, the armistice of killing time with
apple-picking cheer against the chill and
pallor... Meanwhile, I'm Weeping more of late,
I'm less old than I am if Frost cannot rub the
strangeness from his sight, daft to think I can.

Black crows have come back to stakehold leafless trees
and caw the closed penultima and brashly animate the
freeze.
'Nevermore' belies the constance of their mob— a
fledgling plague Ukraine expels for virgin winter
wheat to rob.

Then I hear a 'kraa kraa' in an aping pitch,
naive and fresh, familiar, bright… my frosty
eye begins to twitch:
Advent Emma's turning two—November now
extends the warmth of autumn (the sole
season to remember)