The Call of a Hawk

Written by: Merle Manu

The high, keen call
of a hawk wheels in air;

tosses against tiered trees, knocks
against barnwood, darkened by wet 
and wind

softened by meadow grasses, rolls
along a hillside, quickens to 
tumble in
 
wet leaves, squandered, still, a 
swollen stream, rushing toward 
spring