HAWK SPEAK
The hawk that swooped from the poplar lifting a black baseball hat from my head looped back to his nest Drawing blood the next time,… Read More »HAWK SPEAK
hawk medicine
DOWN SWOOP THE HAWKS
Midnight pools catch the brilliant lanterns carried by women in procession. Deep into sleep I follow them home. As their voices mingle with dawn’s first rays, light flickers across the trellised blossoms Late into morning I wake. The Swayambhu Stupa, long risen from the mist, gleams.