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Even the Eagles
Candlemas ~~
the making of the season's last light
bright and warm
Rough water
that edge of raptor's wing
meeting the soft wet air
rising, then rising again
Until the dance begins
the dance in the air
beat and rebeat,
coming to greet
and cling and fall
Do they not know joy?
The end of winter
the inexorable light springing
into spring
Yes. Who ever
watching could say
No? Now, the early sign
Even the Eagles know
Nor are we less than the Eagles:
I fall into your love
bright and warm
and you, mine
Safe and free
released at last into
all that we are
all that we are able to be
jjl
2/3/08
2 comments:
...knowing that winter is ending, yielding day by day to the warmth and light of spring is all I neeed to gain strength for the venture
Come away with me to fields of gold, I wanna grow old with you
Come
♥
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