Reflecting scrap stone Put there long ago Sharp and cracked Past and present frame Ice braking up Melting in the sun Spring is coming Jack Frost yields But not without a fight
Ha de Gött!
Soaring up high Free in the sky Detached from ground Watching for prey Elegantly upwind find Scanning ground Food or threat Free or just hungry Dinner chased away I wish I could fly She wish she could eat
This common buzzard (Buteo buteo) and its mate flies over me several times when walking in nature. To spite me they stay in the sun or behind trees so I can’t get a clear shot. This time I managed to get this okay shot of this fantastic bird.
Ha de Gött!
Like little soldiers Lances held high Marching over branches Flags flying in wind Every branch conquered By this army of green
Branches back and forth Brain winding deep Shadow, seeking sun Cloudy contemplation, clear mind Winding down, blowing limb Winding thoughts, mind blowing Forced down, striving up Dark synapses, bright ideas
Yesterday I posted a poem and picture of a winding tree. John Malone inspired me to write another today, thank you. If it doesn’t make sense, welcome to my brain. Check out more irregularities at ullehaddock.com.
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