Poems of Narad

Late Spring Musings

Two hawks sit close on a dogwood tree,
My spirit-friend and new-found mate
I gently tell them 'All is well,
Descend, no need to hesitate,'
And slowly not to break the spell
Retrace my steps noiselessly.

She struggles to drag her lifeless prey,
From me takes not her eyes away
But looks with fierce and fearless love,
Aware of my body's slightest move.
Communion says the mind, I say,
'Oneness seals the closing day."

I work alone upon the grass
And watch a world of sorrow pass.
Beloved friends so near death now
And I not knowing why nor how
Our lives in a reflected glass
Shatter in the twilight's glow.

I shall sanctify their memory
As leaves anoint the springing tree,
The earth flows through my hands, my veins
Still pulse with unsung melody
And a constant joy of life remains.