Flowers have begun to push up from the ground
Ice no longer covering the chilly water
Spring has sprung, perhaps too soon
Colors on the lake now muted to Grey and White
as the falling snow blankets the earth
In the distance, an incredible site
Black wings slicing through this White
Your Yellow beak stand out in this colorless world
Once there was fear when you soared above
She, just a meal to you, but the world to me
You do not know what Love is, it’s not your fault
I’d chase you away, away from my world
But now she is gone as is the fear
and I can marvel in your beauty, your grace
Do you know this, as you glide on by
So close I can reach out and touch your wing
You turn your head and look right at me
Perhaps its not you, perhaps it is she.
~Larry Jensen
April 4, 2016
Inspired by a Bald Eagle soaring past me on a snowy April day.