VAPORS AND MISTS

the meadow absorbs a light morning rain breathing it out by late afternoon as I walk through with my arms extended vortices from rising vapors twist off the ends of my hands forming contrails drifting silently to the ground without any evidence as I reach the other side

REGAL MOMENT

REGAL MOMENT     The hawk fearless aerial troubadour a solitary soldier overseeing conquering the air circling silently feathers against the sky bending into the curves observing the ground one within the currents patience unequaled dutiful to hereditary and family owning the right moment descending with accurate speed securing the ability to succeed