ELIZABETH RYLAND MEARS

The Hawks Are Back!

Joy springs in my heart at their return.

The sound came first.
The blast of a triumphant trumpet reverberating through the trees.
Then the wondrous sight
of them
repairing their nest.

In the dawn light their ageless screeches
rose from sister trees overlooking my studio.

My woods are alive once again!

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