Friday, April 29, 2016
Eagle Signs. Or Taking The Wrong Path.
We explore and play,
All the long Spring day,
On the cliffs overlooking the plains.
Rest a while,
Ponder and gaze,
At everything the same and everything changed.
Under naked skies of blue,
and over fields of tan promise,
We breathe deep. And climb steep.
Taking the wrong path,
Finding just where we were meant to be.
The eagle's nest was a sign.
The herons sealed the deal.