You can still see the wind move through my feathers,
wings outstretched, holding
some dried blood now
but I can still bank to the left,
moving through the heart of the mountains,
and even in the dark clouds
I focus more on the river,
always the river,
so I can see again, going beyond,
what we know
of our world.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
12 thoughts on “When I Am a Hawk”
I really like your blog. The photos are amazing and the topics are on point. Blessings. 🌟✨💫
Thank you so much! Your comments are a great blessing. Peace to you and have a wonderful weekend.
Wow, thank you! Your comment is a blessing! Peace and have a great weekend.
I wonder how he got bloody. But it really seems like a metaphor to “keep flying for the river” whenever we are hurt or defeated. Very good poem!
Thank you so much! Yes, you’re exactly right, we all go through some terrible battles. Peace to you and wonderful blessings.
Very beautiful poet friend. Good weekend.
Thank you Elias! Peace to you and have a wonderful weekend.
Keep your focus! Great poem!
Thank you for your great comments! Peace and have a blessed Sunday!
Loving reading your inspiring words and seeing the wonderful accompanying pictures – will be catching up on more in the furture – thank you – blessings Lois
Thank you Lois! Your comments are a real blessing. Peace and wonderful blessings to you.