Hawk Poems - Poems about Hawk

...hawk sits at distance watching me mow by old barn waiting for a mouse......Read the rest...

...I'm riding and flying into dimensions beyond the 3rd Sweet melodies and harmonies of rhythmic words They speak! Melodiously and deeply they speak to my soul I'm riding and flying, I'm losing con......Read the rest...

... Synthesis of minerals dug up from mother earth Combine with metals rare that promise to give birth to headlines seldom seen for scientific stars… ......Read the rest...

...Passed over and to the south of Pulgas in a crescendo of rising light plot of sand and soaring redtail hawk his, a place of sun and life. Tell me now, confess think you've had enough in......Read the rest...

...Sand dunes erode away the meadows, sunflowers turn to a shade of red, sanguinary pool of limbs and skulls, let’s swim here for the taste of the hue. Burgundy pyramid upside down mini top, spin......Read the rest...

...Spring morning, quiet. One coyote, three deer running in snow. What else have I seen? A sparrow hawk in mid-air snatch a robin, a sharp-shinned hawk catch a rabbit in its talons. A deaf ......Read the rest...

...There are things that doesn't let me sleep, keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling and my conscience puzzling. What purpose does my existence carry? What destination does my soul belong to? In thi......Read the rest...

... The hawk circled, watching below at all the activity happening He focused on each person, as he would prey But, instead he was just observing, listening, learning He went to the wise owl and ......Read the rest...

...hawk catching, tearing, soaring, swooping, fishing howling, braying, keening stealthy, loyal wolf......Read the rest...

...Wingspan spread open hiding sun's rays as the hawk flies high scoping out the area looking for his next meal......Read the rest...

... Unparalleled, his heady play court vision like a night-hawk in the blaze of day Unassuming shrugs, ‘no big deal’ as he scours the court for his next ......Read the rest...

... She gazes past the golden fields beyond the wheat that summer yields above the solitary oak, so still where a lazy hawk, with circles fill. He feels the drifts in windswept skies her soul......Read the rest...

...They call to me These poems Lost minstrels Singing in a silent Wilderness A sunrise Gently awakening A forest Soft rain Tickling flowers Fall winds Whispering In the pines Chipmunks A m......Read the rest...

...Robins seem to enjoy my yard Awaiting the coolness of dewed mornings To awaken the wriggling worms A seasonal offering favored by the feathered ones Dandelion waiters tend to the color and flav......Read the rest...

...Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart - Daniel Henry Rodgers Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart - Daniel Henry Rodgers At dawn's first blush......Read the rest...