Saturday, November 8, 2014

hawks

one by one
red-shouldered hawks
slip into the blue 
beyond the hills. . . 
this fire in my hearth


~Skylark 2:1, summer 2014



seizing 
six minutes alone
I soar
with a red-tailed hawk
four hundred heartbeats high

~Skylark 2:2, winter 2014


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2 comments:

  1. janetldNovember 11, 2014 at 5:15 PM

    A great pairing! Love the colors and fire in the hearth of the first one and the sense of exhilaration in the second. "Four hundred heartbeats high" is a unique, effective way of describing the height you soar.

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  2. Jenny Ward AngyalNovember 11, 2014 at 6:05 PM

    Thanks, Janet! I figured that 6 minutes is about 400 heartbeats!

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