Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Seasonal Shift

March blowing around the trees,
lioning the early days, blowing in
a pale gold hawk to sun on a low branch.
Occasionally, wind ruffling his soft feathers
but his sharp eyes, the deadly straight brow
like an arrow across his head,
dark and pivoting, endlessly hunting.

3 comments:

  1. lovely work-- carefully crafted and startling, evocative imagery-- xxxj

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  2. Lovely, Lorna. I like "lioning the early days" and your description of the hawk with its "deadly straight brow... endless hunting."

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  3. lorna, one would think with spring a certain ease, but there is no ease here, rather, there is danger.

    xo
    erin

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