The Circle of Soar

Sacred Dancer

The sky is a wing borne Hawk

messengers circle my home

two omens who soar above

as travel mates portend of winter

they tell me to migrate

to warmth and happier times.

Indian summer refuses to

let go, her dress shimmers

of brown, red and gold 

and shivers into coming of 

cold, it does not ask for

apology it does not 

require any.

Winter can be lovely

by a wigwam fire

the deer and the bear

leave hungry footprints

in The great spirits talcum,

it is a good time to hunt.

Brother hawk tells me

of focus and change

to yearn for the clouds

for the freedom of the sky

brilliant in clarity

energy and a dawning fire

solace in sun and balance

in the black velvet soul 

holes of his eyes.

I am not grasping at the wind

today, only feeling it under 

my wings for it may be gone 

tomorrow...

I am not so assured of it's 

return, I am merely content

to sit at the river's lap

and to sing a tribal song

searching for my roots

and if it must go, I pray 

it go with the will of the 

great spirit, 

clean as the spring rain

happy as a cougar cub  

If it must go, I pray 

it go with love...

and the will of the great spirit, 

with love...

and none the less.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Scorpio]

Oh wow, this is truly beautiful and also the video, dear friend.
" Brother hawk tells me
of focus and change
to yearn for the clouds
for the freedom of the sky
brilliant in clarity
energy and a dawning fire
solace in sun and balance
in the black velvet soul
holes of his eyes." and your last stanza, are extremely perfect... :)
I so enjoyed this, 100!

[Scorpio]

Thank you, your review brings such a smile to my face. :)

You're most welcome Scorpion, (love that name).. X

[Acer]

I think it's pretty good.

[Scorpio]

Thanks Acer

[Acer]

I loved your pic. too. you're welcome.

[Acer]

I think it's pretty good.