Haiku my Heart - Imagination

watch the children fly
imitating birds at wing
tiny arms flapping

Did you pretend, as a child, to be a bird?
Could you fly so high, through the clouds,
feel their softness against  your cheek and
even touch the suns rays?
I did, and it was such a joy, running through
the fresh mown grass, leaping and ...well..

Sometimes I rode a grand black stallion,
grabbing a very long stemmed weedy thing,
never knew its name.
But I could hold it and ride it like the
beautiful horse I knew it was. 
Riding over mountains and through a lush valley

All in my yard. A country girl with space.
But then....I grew up.

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Gentle thoughts to consider:

Be content with what  you have;
rejoice in the way things are.
When you realize there is nothing lacking,
the whole world belongs to you.

True mastery can be gained
by letting things go their own way.
It can't be gained by interfering.

Go with Blessings


Haiku my Heart - Accipitridae

on frozen tundra
a hare spooked by a shadow
swiftly seeks cover

high on a cliff face
three chicks wait expectantly
a sea eagle nest

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Against the wind she flew,
Magnificent golden feathers slick against a slender body
Sparkling wings pump in perfect unison
Catching the cold updraft
Lifting her higher and higher into low-hanging clouds.

A glance at glistening snow peaks far below,
Telescopic eyesight searches for dark movement against brilliant white.
Hungry, scanning the panorama carefully,
Remembering the last attempt,
Failed, defeated.
A parent fox too watchful over its baby.

Finally, a shadow.
 A hare traveling swiftly over frozen landscape.
Golden bird angles her body quickly to drift lower,
Down, down, out of the clouds.
Silent glide taking her low over the unaware hare.
Stretching talons, effective swoop.
Making contact.

Powerful wings pump hard as she rises high again
Into the wind.
Talons clutch tightly into hare’s bleeding flesh,
She turns easily toward the distant cliff face
To the nest. 

Go with Grace