Bald Eagle Soaring

A warm October day finds me on the couch on my porch, poring over magazines which have stacked up for a year. Getting ideas for poems, for lesson plans, for possible future books or paintings. Something catches my eye, and I look up. There is a glorious eagle, soaring. A sign from God that he has this? I like to think so. a warm autumn day my errant eye turns upwards bald eagle soaring