Raven's flight

I don't know why, this shot I captured when hiking in the snow near Estes park, Colorado, made me recall an obscure poem by Gary Snyder, enough so that I looked it up:

Range after range of mountains
year after year after year
I am still in love
-- Gary Snyder

I picked this poem to set it in opposition to the scene. To me, Snyder is saying that love transcends death. And this coal black raven winging though a chilled, dark sky can certainly lead to conjured images of the grim reaper. So to hell with that.