Ann Flewelling
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Noon Osprey
I watch you gliding
overhead
eyeing your catch
I fish the ground around me
reach for your wings
fluttering
Twisting in your turning point
Great Shadow
you dive straight
into my embrace
as you vanish
into the Sun
leaving me
smitten and bowing
empty armed
holding only my
breath
and the blinding light.
this past Spring's planting
- tended tendrils on the wire -
your tapping flesh
knew where to find the well?
could warm the sun
- while summer blew good spirits by?
of tawny skin so roundly
bright, your cheeks
can touch
the sky.
Early Winter Snow
Two parties of little finches,
excited by new fallen snow:
One flock feasts at the thistle feeder
like a holiday family,
Another perches in the oak tree top
like last leaves.
Then, on signal,
they
Swoop up,
swoop down,
Changing places.
Tree Heart Passion springs from the heart of awareness |
