Tuesday, August 11, 2015

My only published "poetry"

Published in the August 1980 issue of "Soaring".

Soaring along a wooded ridge, I meet a hawk
            Aloft like me on the Autumn breeze.
We linger, he and I, amidst the colors
            And the whisper of the wind
Until, as dusk rises from below,
            We fall gently back to earth.
Feeling all the while,
            The pulse of life within us.

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