Crow at Dawn Poetry by Cassie Bustamante

October 2022

Crow at Dawn

Find me in the fold, the crease between light and darkness, where the silver sliver of a crescent fades and the first hint of daylight approaches, where I can still slip into the shadows, and playfully balance between morning and night.

Find me in the branches of the moonlit trees, among the silken threads of webs, as if I’ve just woken, as if I haven’t been larking about all night, basking in the freedom that only comes when the weary world sleeps.

Find me, sprightly greeting the day, as the sun starts to lay its golden rays upon my silky black wings, and I must swallow the darkness of the night, keeping it as a part of me, honoring who I am even in the brightest of sunlight. — Cassie Bustamante