Living Zen Life

morning fire burns low
autumn rises at my back
Hurricane Ridge camp
my wife not long passed

whuff whuff of big wings
raven low under fir branches
sharp turns over my head
soulful "croak" flies away

"I've been visited" 
I knew clearly
as from a kind friend
I resumed my fire vigil

leaving Hurricane Ridge 
crossing my path - raven flying
shadowed wings on rock wall
a farewell for going home