Post by AquarianM on Mar 9, 2004 at 7:36am
Fallen Birch:
I see the grey sky,
Early spring and windy,
The hawk is perched high in the fallen birch,
One ray of sun striking him gently,
Lanced down through the hole in the clouds,
A finger of God set down in kindness,
Illuminates bare dead wood and living regal bird,
The eye of the hunter is sharp,
And I stare silently across the waters,
Gun metal colored ripples,
Awaiting the joy of warm and blue and green,
It's the silence of a good omen,
A moment the spirit heals,
Still standing and supporting life,
Still in ways able to win,
The fallen birch leans upon it's neighbor,
Adjusts the lean of the whole picture,
A vision of successful endings,
And flight is not far away.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/09/2004
Author's Comments:
A real-life scene and a personal vision meet in the middle.
I see the grey sky,
Early spring and windy,
The hawk is perched high in the fallen birch,
One ray of sun striking him gently,
Lanced down through the hole in the clouds,
A finger of God set down in kindness,
Illuminates bare dead wood and living regal bird,
The eye of the hunter is sharp,
And I stare silently across the waters,
Gun metal colored ripples,
Awaiting the joy of warm and blue and green,
It's the silence of a good omen,
A moment the spirit heals,
Still standing and supporting life,
Still in ways able to win,
The fallen birch leans upon it's neighbor,
Adjusts the lean of the whole picture,
A vision of successful endings,
And flight is not far away.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/09/2004
Author's Comments:
A real-life scene and a personal vision meet in the middle.