the old crow welcomes winter

the old crow welcomes winter

i change         not hill
not tree
              to other rules

the next step’s
the liquid fall
              are deeper
tales       like a still sea
whispering             we are
unobvious            & dead ships sail
to other songs 

i keep the notes
close                 & everything’s a little
a little
                  more tired
just asking
what it’s like to be human

there are places
where the world seeps through
where monsters
like shells
on empty beaches         holes
in the sky
singular response
from all my voices

a cold wind tonight

© Reuben Woolley

When I write of abuse and suffering, I write for the silenced and for the unvoiced. There is nowhere poetry cannot go. —Reuben Woolley

This poem will also appear on The Woven Tale Press website as part of a feature on Activist-Poets on Monday, April 25, 2016.

View guest contributor Rueben Woolley’s bio HERE


I curate The Poet by Day, and am a freelance writer, poet, content editor, and blogger. The Poet by Day [] is an info hub for writers meant to encourage good but lesser-known poets, women and minority poets, outsider artists, and artists just finding their voices in maturity. The Poet by Day is dedicated to supporting freedom of artistic expression and human rights. Email for permissions, commissions, or assignments. I am also the founding editor of "The BeZine" and manage all associated activities. Email:

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