Thursday, July 26, 2012

her hawk

she awaits the afternoon storm with growing anticipation.   her heart
leaps at the wind's gentle keening, and she runs to the porch to watch.


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her hawk circles gracefully over the verdant pasture then cries possessively,
"this is my valley, and i will do what i want here!"

she knows his fierce eyes are hunting for prey, but she pretends he is calling
to her.   though, what he would say to such a pitiful creature is best left
unsaid.   as the wind increases in might, he heads into it and serfs the perfect
wave.

she wants to shout and sing but can only watch, speechless, in awe of the
grace and strength.   and then the rumble of distant thunder speaks for her.

love,
lea

"He makes the clouds His chariot and rides on the wings of the wind."
psalm 104:3




18 comments:

Pat @ Mille Fiori Favoriti said...

This is such beautiful prose, Lea. It illustrates the verse so well.

Debbie said...

Love this... : )

Vee said...

A joy to read...

Farm Girl said...

Oh just lovely!

Debby@Just Breathe said...

Beautiful. We have hawks flying over all the time looking for creatures down the hillside. Thank you for stopping over. You are a no-reply so I could not answer your comment. We have had a few Westies over the years. We bought our first one 40 years ago about a week after we got married. Love them. When we lost our last Westie I did not want to replace her so we got Skye who is Cairn Terrier like toto! Just as wonderful as the Westies.

Rebecca said...

I adore they way you write. A breath of fresh air on this hot, humid Oklahoma day.

xoRebecca

Debbie Petras said...

You have such a beautiful way with words.

Silver Strands said...

That is so poetic Lea. Beautiful.

Janette@Janette's Sage said...

All I could think in reading this is Isn't that what motherhood is?

Enjoyed gifted one...and yes it is hot here...it was 104 the day Ethel and I took on Waco!!

Jennifer said...

Beautiful. I love your way with words and meanings they convey.

Anne Lyken-Garner said...

It's well- written and beautiful.

Darcie said...

Your words always read like a song..beautiful!

Champagne Macarons said...

Absolutely beautiful post!
Wishing you a most lovely weekend, mon ami. xoxo, B

Joan Elizabeth said...

I am always please to see a post from you. On our recent trip I saw eagles soaring. They are so powerful and beautiful.

Felisol said...

As nature is majestic and overwhelming, the more is our God;
"He makes the clouds His chariot and rides on the wings of the wind."
You have captured the spirit of both nature and scripture.

Auntie Cake said...

Love the hawk story. I used to love seeing the hawks around here too. My mom has a friend who has a wild hawk that comes and sits on her deck. The friend runs out and feeds the hawk raw chicken. I decided I wanted to try that too. So one day when my friendly hawk was circling, I ran out like a crazy woman and put a piece of chicken on my shed. I was happy when in less than five minutes the hawk came and ate my chicken. That continued for the summer and the hawk came faster each time I put out the chicken.

Then I decided to I needed to raise my own chickens. Guess where they are? In the same shed that I put the raw chicken on.

I did a really great job of training the hawks to eat my chickens...
Kate

Lana said...

Lea, this is beautiful! If you ever publish a book with all your writings... please let me know! :)

Thistle Cove Farm said...

one of your best, Lea.