This Wind

I’ve been working on a series of poems that describe and honor local State Parks and nature preserves. Here is the first of them, written a few weeks ago.
–This Wind–

The red-tailed
hawk
drifts
above it
three thousand
feet high

the wall
of spruce pine
dense
witness,
clean
as your
hand
in the
soil.

Its
presence

from
the east
this morning.

(The above poem was inspired during an afternoon hike at Oleta River State Park)

1 Comment so far

  1. Heidi on October 12th, 2010

    Your inspiration is inspiring. :)

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