Late Spring Musings

Two hawks sit close on a dogwood tree,

My spirit-friend and new-found mate

I gently tell them 'All is well,

Descend, no need to hesitate,'

And slowly not to break the spell

Retrace my steps noiselessly.

She struggles to drag her lifeless prey,

From me takes not her eyes away

But looks with fierce and fearless love,

Aware of my body's slightest move.

Communion says the mind, I say,

'Oneness seals the closing day."

I work alone upon the grass

And watch a world of sorrow pass.

Beloved friends so near death now

And I not knowing why nor how

Our lives in a reflected glass

Shatter in the twilight's glow.

I shall sanctify their memory

As leaves anoint the springing tree,

The earth flows through my hands, my veins

Still pulse with unsung melody

And a constant joy of life remains.