Morning sunsteps

a lilting reverberation of dancing leaves in Summer breeze.

As shadowy figures shine and disappear in waving trees

Squinting eyes search to find  a screaming red tail hawk

Perched on a high pine bough and looking down

Soft sandaled feet wince on small free rolling stones 

Trying to only walk in morning sunlight for the warmth

The hawk swoops by and hesitates at high whistled call

Before another pull of wings takes him away to seek some prey 

Tree shadows close the road. I turn about, sipping second cup of coffee

 from a favorite cup.  It was my mother in law's favorite too.

Back home I pour another  then we sit to watch the ever warring flights

Of humming birds.  Something my mother in law never saw

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

nostalgia, a hawk in the morning, and coffee...i'll have another cup, if you please...i began my day with some fine poetry

[Donald Meikle]

cream only Ed you are sweet enough