Thursday, July 19, 2007

Free Fall

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I startled two hawks
from the cottonwood trees.

Away they flew.
Away from me.

I watched them soaring
I admired their dance.

They fly so high
and spin down, down.

Flapping wildly
then falling free.

I am them;
they are me.

I am beside them,
up, up in the air.

For just one moment,
I know their rapture.

My dog brushes my leg.
My reverie is gone.

But the hawks, still there.
I shake off my dream.

I will find them again
and soar high, we shall.


Annie said...

Creekhiker, you so nicely capture the feelings I have when I stand, rooted to the ground, watching the dipping and soaring flight of birds above me.

Anonymous said...

what a nice poem! I like watching birds in the sky, floating on the thermals.

Linda@VS said...

Holly, this is a nice photo, and your poem really enriches it. Thanks for sharing the moment with us.

Anonymous said...

Great picture - and words, Holly. Just reading this, I felt a sense of peace.

Annie said...

It's Thursday and I just dropped by to say "Morning, glory!"

CreekHiker / HollysFolly said...

Thanks everyone. The hawks are one of the most mesmerizing things about the creek for me.