in the gusting wind
a string of raptors follows
an unseen hand
in the gusting wind
a string of raptors follows
an unseen hand
changes in the winds
refugees at our doorsteps
leaves of unrest
little cove beaming
with the light of her beloved
sunrise around bend
only twice each year
on the way north and then south
enter her embrace
gliding waterfowls
stopping during migration
to share in the joy
startled from stillness
walking in autumn woods
leaf hitting the ground
kindly granny shared
“let your beloved taste this”
recipe for love