Tag: Hawk

Dawn Flight

The morning rose
a perfectly formed
crystal of quartz
Pristine
Shimmering
And as my finger
caresses
its frozen edge
it sings
a chest tingling
“OM”
freeing my
heart to soar
as the
red-shouldered
hawk
once more

Seer

I know
that moment
that instant
just before
the hawk’s talons
grasp the mole
for I have been
both
Now merged into
one
perched calmly
atop the gnarled
old oak

Seeing clearly