Thanksgiving poem

Thanksgiving, 2015

Warm breath streams,
Damp nostrils, large, open
A young woman astride a white horse
Moving together, unified, communicating
Communing.

Above, striking against the blue
A red tailed hawk floats
Into the East,
Heckled by a crow.
A pair of bald eagles
Spin and wheel
Heading west before they
Swoop down over the river
Fishing, diving.

The light is golden
As are the leaves.
A wash of yolk
Over the seen world.

Bettina Essert
November 2015

 

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