Thursday, November 12, 2015

Good Medicine





Goshawk
In the land of silver ice and snow,
Where pewter wings
Spread their shadow 
With merciful immensity,
One shrill cry
From a beak still wet with kill,

And then a 360 degree prism of eternity.

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  1. Feather RedfoxNovember 13, 2015 at 10:40 AM

    A very perceptive intention, one that SEES far. Your poem shares the same vision. May that Vision also continue to grant you space to BE.

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