All the blue of day slipped quietly away
the drowsy lake waved the sun to sleep
with glints of gold and blue in steely colors.
At the closing of day
the blackened pines faded away
a lone call was faintly heard
a sadness, the weeping of a bird.
All the blue of day slipped quietly away
the drowsy lake waved the sun to sleep
with glints of gold and blue in steely colors.
At the closing of day
the blackened pines faded away
a lone call was faintly heard
a sadness, the weeping of a bird.
How you flew, newly feathered
a fledgling falling from the sky
but upwinds sailed you far and high
carried you strong through clouds
winged and wild your arms
fingers running through
the updrafts of cold,
cool then warm.
He, a bird hunting
Prey reigns, winged catching a kill
Eyes to pierce the night