Winters bite
The coolness of season learning
Today I saw a flock of crows
swarming in preparation
for their winter bite.
The sky sagged,
as apocalyptic waves of screeching
rose hairs down my chin.
The black fowls of winter
swarm between the crisp of power lines.
It felt like an Alfred Hitchcock frame,
the world looking up.
Watching.
As wings darkened in the distance.
I stood as shadows flew
across the wooden fence.
Meanwhile, frost exhales its first breath.
Everything crunches,
the swingset creaks,
my ribs burn with moisture.
The ground, the air, my thoughts
scatter with the sky.
The coolness of season learning,
its tender bite closed its hand around me.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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