At sunrise three hawks
ride the updrafts,
wide open above the earth,
new sun butter on their bellies.
They disappear amid the sweep of pines,
emerge again in the white-light backdrop,
circling, circling,while the sky above them
warms to ripe peach.
One wobbles, beat its wings,
thrusts toward space
and for an instant
it seems gravity must win,
but digging in, it powers on,
merges with the carry and glide,
an aerodynamic glissade,
birds sliding on air,
coasting on wind and sky.
12 comments:
I could see them!
Butter on their bellies. Great way to describe the light. Although it's a good thing they weren't turkeys...
I love it when the hawks come back. We have quite the population in this area. Lovely poem.....
What a lovely poem! Those hawks were here for a moment as I read it.
Absolutely love the line about the "new sun, butter on their bullies." Just perfect!
Just lovely. Your words put picture in my mind.
Oooo, lovely! I know they aren't as "pretty" as hawks, but I love watching the buzzards soar. They are masters of the air currents.
Have you noticed that you are sharing more and more poetry on here? I love how you continue to grow and stretch as a writer. (And your poetry is so darn good!)
In totally unrelated news, after church yesterday we went to the seafood restaurant that we frequent nearly every Sunday (it's so good!). They have paintings scattered around the place. For the first time I noticed one not seen before... it was a boat sitting in the harbor and the sky was orange. Tinting everything orange. It was gorgeous. And still. Reflective. And I thought to myself, "Liza would like this painting." Maybe next week I'll take a picture of the picture!
You paint a lovely picture with your words. I never get tired of watching hawks glide through the sky.
I could feel the thrill of the soar. I love the word "glissade" - so pretty and descriptive. Great poem - welcome back. It's been awhile
I could picture this as I read. Nice.
Beautiful imagery here, Liza... Nicely written. I can certainly see them.
Birds sliding on air--I really liked that. Lovely poem.
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