This morning I interrupted a hawk
at his breakfast in my garden. Blood
and feathers in the snow. Where
there is prey, there will be predators.
Snow keeps falling, a swirl of lace
outside my windows. Amazing Grace
plays on the radio, reminding me
that I am wretched. But there is grace.
Grace in blood and feathers, grace
in the play of predator and prey, grace
in the hawk lifting from the snow, grace
in its falling, falling.
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Beautiful picture and very delightful poem! Grace is everywhere... if we choose to see...
Posted by: Laurie Kolp | 11 February 2011 at 12:14 PM
A beautiful poem of quiet observation.
Posted by: irene | 11 February 2011 at 03:53 PM
Fascinating photo and wonderful words.
Posted by: Tumblewords | 12 February 2011 at 02:00 PM
Beautiful.
Posted by: Jeanne Aguilar | 13 February 2011 at 05:35 PM