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Read Poems by Eric Ashford

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Winter Hawks

An advent of raptors haunts the scant gray woods
or loiters over mall roofs.
We wake to their screams as if this were high sierra,
not Ohio where parents try-out or manage children,
open party stores, hunker through the coming
and going of baby Jesus; de-ice puffer jackets,
tend to flocks.

Gloom is plowed behind snow dunes.
The red-tails roam in loose federations.
Their young, mob-handed and loutish,
the mature work in pairs
scything small birds, ripping through
the thinning, the hold-outs,
the weakened and walking.

And the first born listen with the last of us
while the hawks dance proclaiming their time.
A time of fervid litany and electric barricades,
of bobble hats and mittens,
while a black brier
raises bloody thorns in chary praise. 


Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2013

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  1. Date: 3/13/2016 11:27:00 PM

    Eric, Nice to read this one again. LINDA
  1. Date: 7/27/2015 1:20:00 PM

    Eric, I enjoyed reading your poem today. I hope you are well. Forever ~SKAT~
  1. Date: 3/22/2013 6:35:00 PM

    ERIC , a nice warm welcome to the soup. My name is Linda, many poets on the soup call me PD for fun. I'm stopping by to invite you to one of my latest contest... called ---> "Only for the New Poets of 2013--the first poem you posted on the soup..." he he he Yes it has a long title. But, I want to give the new poets on the soup the enjoyment and challenges we offer in our contest. If you like please consider my contest. I love the enjoyment of meeting and reading the new poems from all new poets. Thank you for your time~ Always*LINDA
  1. Date: 3/14/2013 6:38:00 AM

    Wow, this is something. It's so unique and has a mysterious quality to it. Welcome to the soup and keep up the good work!
  1. Date: 3/13/2013 5:04:00 PM

    This is an amazingly talented introduction to P/Soup. You have a way with words--keep writing !