Taking Stock
Where is the beauty and hope today?
Perhaps somewhere in the flight
of the northern harrier
that ghosted through
my end-of-day walk,
slow-gliding the snow-covered prairie,
wings crooked
to corner a stiff wind
flecked with snow.
Where is the beauty and hope today?
Perhaps somewhere in the flight
of the northern harrier
that ghosted through
my end-of-day walk,
slow-gliding the snow-covered prairie,
wings crooked
to corner a stiff wind
flecked with snow.