Through Storms’ End, Deep Snow,
To A Warm Spring That Runs Clear
All Through the Winter
To A Warm Spring That Runs Clear
All Through the Winter
A Quacking, Flapping
Urgency of Ducks rises, flees.
The Red-Tailed Hawk StaysHe Makes Eye Contact
A Glance Over His Shoulder
Tail Feathers ShakenHe Raises His Wings
As If Stretching and Rises,
Floating Into Air
Effortless, He Glides
By, Holding My Eye, Watching
Silent, Moving, Still
One Circle, Then Two
I am appraised. He is not
Afraid or Impressed
So He Turns His Head
And Slides Away, Mystery
Above the Deep Snow
