Tuesday, March 31, 2015

aerial ballet




Along the dusty, dizzy roadway
three things confound my vision today:
the shifting rhythms of hill and sea,
the crouching silence of leafless trees,
and twin whirling vortices on high --
a pair of eagles, wing chasing wing.





A pair of poplars, waiting for their singing leaves.


And two birches, also waiting.







4 comments:

Wrexie Bardaglio said...

Oh so good.

Iulia Flame said...

Thank you for reading, Wrexie. This ditty came about nearly by accident. I was searching for a poem to fit my mood. I found Tennyson:

The Eagle
BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

But this just didn't fit at all! Because I had had the fortune to espy a pair of eagles circling, and the magnetic force of their attraction to one another was palpable. So -- I was forced to write my own --

bluestorm said...

Spring magic in motion !!

Iulia Flame said...

:-)

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