mysterious fog
blurring old oak
sagging with years of
squirrel play
drips of mist
rolling off upturned leaves
watching promising acorns
stolen
by noisy bothersome
woodpeckers
beating trunk
into pulverized holes
to save the promises
for winter rations
hawk perches
turns regal head
sees all
knows I see him
knows all
shrugs off my life
with an opening of wings
and merging into fog
sound
and heartbeat
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Reviewed by Kevin Mc Crum (Reader)
Reviewed on October 22, 2003
Do I detect a hint of uncle Walt here?
Super, Super imagery! Fine work!
Jose,
What a grand view you must have! There is an ancient Indian myth that states, that when the Hawk lands near you, and looks upon you,it is a grand sighn, for the myth continues to state, that the Hawk only will gaze upon greatness and power, hence, reflecting his own, as if looking into a mirror. Grand piece Jose, reflecting your seeing eye indeed.
Sincerely,
Rodney Evan Bohen
Lovely write, Josie; can relate to the foggy mists; it's been foggy here in Texas the past few mornings! (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D Luv ya, Gurl!
what a beautiful write--could see it as i read this
well done
especially loved
"...hawk perches
turns regal head
sees all
knows i see him
knows all
shrugs off my life
with an opening of wings
and merging into fog
sound
and heartbeat"
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Super, Super imagery! Fine work!
Reindeer
What a grand view you must have! There is an ancient Indian myth that states, that when the Hawk lands near you, and looks upon you,it is a grand sighn, for the myth continues to state, that the Hawk only will gaze upon greatness and power, hence, reflecting his own, as if looking into a mirror. Grand piece Jose, reflecting your seeing eye indeed.
Sincerely,
Rodney Evan Bohen
what a beautiful write--could see it as i read this
well done
especially loved
"...hawk perches
turns regal head
sees all
knows i see him
knows all
shrugs off my life
with an opening of wings
and merging into fog
sound
and heartbeat"
WOW
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)