Sunday, July 13, 2014

Rough Legged Hawk

The Hawk

Your wings are like souls
as you float
within the landscape of sky
tipping over the axis of land.
Elemental in your wandering
my heart wishes to follow
the distortion of all things
scaling down.
Dropping cares moment by moment
on my rooted feet I watch.
You sweep down then up
tip over the trees

and disappear from view.

By the Corby Hawk