Tag: life

Sparrowhawk

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I caught your bright eyes staring at me;
I was sorry to interrupt you plucking your kill.
Then instantly up and away
You were gone like an arrow, carcass in talons

Over low fences and hedges,
Between houses to some hidden place.
I admire your nobility, the efficiency
Of your skill, your craft.

And I understand your reticence
To share your life with mine,
Your instinct for isolation.

So go beautiful bird, take what you need
To survive, whilst I am entrapped, devoid of nature,
Simply scared to be alive

Copyright Francis 2021

Celebrate Valentine’s Day at Home This Year — Mind. Beauty. Simplicity (Reblog)

Valentine’s Day is right around the corner . Some of you may treat this day as an annoyance while others see it as an excuse to spread love whether you are in a relationship or not. The last few years, my boyfriend & I have gotten dressed up & have gone out to some Italian […]

Celebrate Valentine’s Day at Home This Year — Mind. Beauty. Simplicity

FEBRUARY INSPO | VALENTINES DAY!! — christina and camera (Reblog)

happy february friends! for me, the main event in february is valentine’s day (even though i’m single) because it’s a super fun holiday. the other thing that comes to mind when i think of february is falling off our goals. in january I think a lot of people are riding on the high of the […]

FEBRUARY INSPO | VALENTINES DAY!! — christina and camera

Happy 1st of February — Into the Light Adventures (Reblog)

Happy 1st of February, yes there is still lots of snow, but I wanted to start seeing some colors this month. Winter can be so long sometimes. It will be near 40 degrees this week, but then it will be back to -4 F a few days later. So I will warm my thoughts with […]

Happy 1st of February — Into the Light Adventures

Migrators (Poem for Earthweal)

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By the hard side
of the shore,
abutments jutting out
into raging waves,
I paused,
an incessant gale buffeting
my puny frame.

Dark promontories
primed me through sea mist;
they caught my gaze,
my historic sense,
like the herring gulls circling,
riding the howling wind.

I sensed you there,
your sea-grey eyes
staring into nothing,
your soft sing-song voice
of the Borders,
ready to spoil me with sweets,
port and lemon clutched
in your wizened hand.

Somehow you were left
in this nebulous place,
our collective cries screaming
“mother! mother!” —
plaintive calls unheard
in an entangled realm of souls,
given over to the elements.

Copyright Francis 2021

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