THE HAWK
I saw the hawk soar~
Although I did not know~
What it was looking for?
I saw it fly left~
Than right~
Next it was out of sight!
The sky is a grayish overcast~
Shedding miniature snowflakes~
Aching the air feels raw and crass.
My eyes lumber down~
The newly budded tree line~
To the opened field where~
The hawk did flap wings to climb.
As my eyes descend~
To the sloped yard~
Than to its flatness below~
Green grass catches my gaze~
As the wind chilled blows.
My eyes drop in~
To patches of flowers~
Scattered abreast~
Still a sign that spring is~
Doing her best.
My body huddles a bit~
Hunched are my shoulders~
As if to protect me from the cold~
Yet bitterness does not~
Discriminate its borders.
Tiz time to return in~
I stretch my sleeves as I walk~
To cover my fingers~
Against the blustery breeze~
As my mouth mumbles~
Some chilling thoughts.
I walk pebbles underfoot~
Past the bird bath~
Vacant of feathered friends~
Beyond the cement bench~
With surrounding statues of angels unclad~
As well the dirty white wooden fence.
I lift my foot to a natural stone step~
Than ultimately the next~
As the wooded porch floor~
Stained a brownish red~
Does stabilize my footing at best.
I soon open wide the door~
Met by warmth~
How my body implores~
The soothing solace~
Of the comforting wood fed stove.
As I am unthawed~
I remember once more~
The hawk I saw out doors~
As poetic words from~
My prior thoughts doth pour.
I saw the hawk soar~
Although I did not know~
What it was looking for?
I saw it fly left~
Than right~
Next it was out of sight!
By
Lisa J. Warner
AKA
Lisa Luv
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