raven in the snow

 
onyx bird sitting  
in a white canvas  
field  
 
 snowflakes ,as thin  
as eggshells, fall  
 
the wind uses unclad  
branches of trees as  
reeds and plays a cold  
song  
 
the raven dreams, if  
ravens can dream, of  
sun, fat field mice and  
seeds  
 
simple dreams,  
direct and  
pure  
 
profound wisdom  
from such a low  
creature  
 
oh men of this  
present  
world  
 
how is it thy  
dreams  
can long
endure?