Stone #8 aros

 

For A River of Stones
http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/

An Observance of Hope

They come quietly, in trios, pairs,
dressed in winter gear, heavy boots,
jackets, gloves, and hats, breath steaming
as they softly speak among themselves.
At the shoreline of river where open water
is narrow strip surrounded by snow covered ice,
a small ever changing congregation of watchers,
stay til cold chases them back to cars and heated homes,
while others arrive to replace them. No one shouts,
eyes lift and widen, soft smiles of awe appear as we glimpse
yet another eagle soaring above us. Two pirouette,
then dive in synchronized wing waltz through winter’s
breath, while others fish in icy water. I walk back
to my car, notice the almost hushed reverence
of total strangers, as we nod to those who come
quietly to take our places.

Elizabeth Crawford  1/8/11

Advertisements

About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/ http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
This entry was posted in Stone # 8 aros and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to Stone #8 aros

  1. I love this. I feel as if I am right there. That reverential hush – that reverence for the natural world – for life – is a beautiful thing to feel, both in shared company, and alone.

    Like

    • 1sojournal says:

      Hi Sherry, am catching up after taking a break the last couple of days. And yes, yesterday felt far more like a small church meeting than a frozen few minutes in an empty lot behind old factory buildings. The eagles take my breath away,

      Elizabeth

      Like

  2. Mary says:

    Elizabeth, I share your love of eagles. This must havebeen a phenomenal experience. Down here today wa our coldest day of the year. If you did this today, bless you…it must have been brutal. If I thought I could commit to the “small stones” I would do it, as it interests me. Maybe next year. Stay warm.

    Like

    • 1sojournal says:

      It was a bit nippy, yes. That’s an understatement of course. But, that was part of my amazement, that steady stream of quiet people who came out into that cold in order to see, to just watch for a few minutes. I found hope in that, a great deal of hope as well as contentment,

      Elizabeth

      Like

  3. Pingback: I Saw Sunday Week 17 « Unraveling

  4. You take my breath away. What a rare blessing to be in the presence of such majestic creatures.

    Like

    • 1sojournal says:

      They were soaring close to the ground and it was awesome to look up and see clearly the defining features. But, they were moving at speed on those cold air currents. Hard to catch with a small hand held camera. Doesn’t mean I won’t go back, I’m more determined than ever, cause it isn’t about the pictures, it’s about those moments of kinship and experience,

      Elizabeth

      Like

  5. vivinfrance says:

    “synchronized wing waltz through winter’s
    breath” That has to be the most beautiful phrasw I’ve read in a very long time.
    ViV

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s