she’s a lovely killer
as she hovers
above my silent wonder
her shadow, cast east
chases her
spread-winged splendor
as wind gusts from the west
pull at her stillness
and she drifts
slowly
away
tho her feathers
untroubled
and the sea’s
churning infinity
distant
many miles from
this place
the hawk’s cool shadow
passing me over
reminds–
of my earthbound squalor
and she falls further
away
toward, and into
her turquoise
eternity
So beautifully sad …
Thank you for reading this one.. I hope your day is lovely.
You edited on the fly and renamed this. Yes?
Yes. The first title kinda sucked 😉
I like simple 🙂
I need readers to see my computer and read my books and Kindle. But I sure can spot a hawk whether he’s in a tree, soaring the skies, or on the hunt. We call them, “Little brothers.” 🙂
And I love this poem. 🙂
There are a lot of hawks in the trees behind my house and often overhead when I step outside at work. I’d a sense this one was a “little sister”, tho I’m unsure. Seemed a better fit. She was gorgeous, tho our visit brief. Thanks as always for reading. So glad you liked this, Toni.
A really beautiful poem, Eric. We have several here and I can’t get enough of watching them, wishing I could glide like they do. Perfect
I wish I could fly as free as well. I take too much of the beauty around me for granted. Thank you, Dorinda. I hope your weekend is beautiful 🙂
On Sat, Mar 5, 2016 at 12:51 AM, brazenescape wrote: >
Thank you, Eric, the same for you, my friend! 🙂