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The start of her long migration
The start of her long migration
back into and lifting off from
earth
I walk in this first frost
I walk in this first frost
dawn, slow red burn slicking the east
Jupiter and the stellar night fading
From the old oak above me
buzzard sweeps a wide circle
and heads west
gives itself to air
to everywhere, nowhere.
From the old oak above me
buzzard sweeps a wide circle
and heads west
gives itself to air
to everywhere, nowhere.
~ Roselle Angwin, 23rd November 2011
Very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSophia, thank you. It's part of a longer sequence, but at the moment it feels too personal to share all of it. I appreciate knowing that that section works for someone, though.
ReplyDeleteOh, it does. The first stanza echoes the sentiments I felt when laying my mother in her grave...
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