Monday, 11 April 2016
today I am impressed by the beauty of hawks and hills (poem)
today I am impressed by the beauty of hawks and hills
Softened by late afternoon,
the hills finally melt.
A hawk turns, its chest feathers
ruddy with light.
Another hawk eating road kill, waits
before taking off; heavy and slow.
Today I am impressed
by the beauty of hawks and hills
and by how long-suffering the ranks
the design of Southland's shelter belts
and how many shades of green run
right up to the laps of hills
so familiar they could be mothers.
And rivers that meet you halfway,
then turn to find their own way home.
Rivers, hawks, hills and trees.
They need no other names.
Kay McKenzie Cooke
Yesterday proved too eventful to fit in writing the ninth poem for day eleven. But as is often the case for me, a poem formed in my brain anyway, from impressions as I travelled between there and here.