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Sunshine

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0 posted 2011-10-16 02:31 PM

What Cooper Brings to October

Cooper’s Hawk flew low
overhead,
screeching its song
against horsetail clouds
its thick body seen by me,
and then, perhaps, I spied its
mate?

They flew together in circles, against
wispy cloud trails,
both bodies and clouds stark
against October’s blue skies,
soaring low over houses
where grasslands were once abundant
and I wondered,
were their ancestors talking to them
on how to find their way back
to nests long abandoned?

October is like this, when crisp air
strokes skin, fingering
soft hairs along your arm
moving along down to your wrist
as if being touched by someone
you can’t see...

and the screech of Cooper’s Hawk
brings to your mind with a jarring sense
that even if you were to disappear

instantly

something kindred
would remain.

© KRJ
10-16-11

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Martie

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1 posted 2011-10-16 02:54 PM

Lovely looks and sounds of your October...I felt like I was there too. Love that last line!!!

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2 posted 2011-10-16 03:05 PM

Sissie...I stepped outside to phone a high school friend who turned 60 today. I first heard the one hawk, looked up - it was so low I thought for a moment I could count its belly feathers - then I heard/saw the second hawk, and they roamed momentarily low, overhead, talking with one another. Then they drifted on down south.

Coopers fly low normally. Perhaps like me, they have poorer eyesight than other birds.

But their underbelly is fairly light in color, and they are native to several counties in Kansas; but not normally Saline County. I'm wondering that the drought has moved them to look for food in neighborhoods not usually within their norm. But then, perhaps Saline County folk just never looked up at the right time to count them, y'think?

JL
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3 posted 2011-10-16 09:38 PM

Pleasantly perfect passages portrayed.

From you, mostly expected and always read with reverent thoughts in mind.
Enjoyed the flight.

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

[This message has been edited by JL (10-17-2011 12:43 AM).]

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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4 posted 2011-10-16 09:46 PM

I ejoy watching all the hawks, redtails etc...'cept when they try to get our pidgeons. Your words are lovely as ever!
Lori

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5 posted 2011-10-16 10:29 PM

I like your October, Kari...

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6 posted 2011-10-17 07:34 AM

I love this, Karilea.

Owl

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7 posted 2011-10-17 10:31 AM

I'm glad you looked up at the right moment... and shared the magic with us! *S*

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8 posted 2011-10-19 10:51 PM

I love the looks of your October, Karilea
and the soft whisper of "something kindred"
at the end.

Michael

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9 posted 2011-10-20 07:35 PM

What an ending...

I find myself reading this for the third time, and still just having to pause when finsihed. (And yes, that's a good thing.)

Beautiful work, K.

Michael

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10 posted 2011-10-20 07:46 PM

I've got goosebumples all over the place. I experienced a memorable moment like that with a (regrettably) past love. Two hawks circled above our heads as we leaned against a mighty oak whose leaves were falling into the rushing river beside us. My understanding is that hawks usually circle on their own so to see two of them had special significance for us.

Lovely poem, Lovely Poetess!

Linda

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