Hawk Are You?

Are you frustratingly sitting there

weathering the storm?

Waiting for the sun to emerge

so you may spread your wings.

Lift off the tree and fly

to heights I may never know.

Hawk are you,

waiting patiently. Enjoying the snow

falling around you. Perched and 

covered from the storm are you

content to be there?

Hawk are you, not waiting out the storm,

but watching the bird feeder for a meal?

Oh! How I hope it is not that!

May you be resting. Flying away. To find your next

meal at some other place.

Hawk are you?

As I have since seen the hawk at this spot in the sun, I guess he is watching the feeder for a meal. 😕 


“Hey, you taking my picture?” 🤔 

Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie

2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Sinking Into The Soar

watching hawk

rise then fall

elegantly

dancing across the thermals

riding to his winter home

calling to his mate

she glaces back

falls to

find his place

he rises

they soar

together

to the winter

tropics

I watch

with awe

and a pinch

of longing

for the moment

I may soar

alone on my thermal

rising and falling

in the graceful dance

of flying 

of life


2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

Waking Up

The world is still. The morn quiet. All is still waking up.

From the perch the hawk looks on. Waiting for the movement. The dawn.

It is coming soon. Arriving fast. The waking happens, at last.

Forever watching. Overlooking it all. The hawk see movement, so small.

Gliding over. Reaching fast. Hawk is patient. He is nourished. Full at last.

Captured, But Not Captive

Hawk perched on the wooden dowel. Waiting for his meal. His wing grew stronger with the passing of each day. He knew it would not be long before he was soaring high in the heavens. How he longed to be free.

The women who found him and fixed him; talked to him daily. Letting him know he would not be a prisoner there. He would be strong enough one day to soar again.

He tried to patiently wait for the day of his release. While knowing he would miss some of his healing days, as the women who tended him, gave him hope. Her kind eyes always met his piercing gaze as she handed him his meal.

He planned to watch over her when he was free. Keeping the mice and rabbits out of her yard.