Sunday, December 20, 2015
This Morning
Long before the winter's sun broke over the black horizon, just when the sky was turning its cold pink, the red-tailed hawk could be heard crying high in the sky over my house. His piercing call was the only sound in the cold desert of the morning's silence. Was it in celebration of the new day or in sadness over the shortness of the day before solstice?
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It is a beautiful thing to be awake at dawn and listening to the red-tailed hawk.
ReplyDeletelast night at sunset, our local red shouldered hawk flew low over me and banked around to land in my neighbor's pine tree.
ReplyDeletethe elementals are powerful! thank you for taking time to share!
ReplyDeleteRhose reeds, we call them toe-toe, sounding like toi toi. i just took some photos too.
ReplyDeletesorry, not Rhose, but Those reeds.
ReplyDeleteI love the cry of the red tail but I don't hear it in the city.
ReplyDeleteThe short days are difficult. Hearing the sounds of nature right outside the door would help.
ReplyDeleteLovely moments.
ReplyDeleteExquisite writing. Wonderful imagery.
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