Zooming In On The Bald Eagle In The Church Yard Tree

 

In the lower middle there is a dark tree on the distant shore - look at the middleground tree and right above the dark tree there is an Eagle

 

Walking Out To Get The Mail

 

 Karen and Kevin threading the melting snow puddles as this warm day draws to an end

Crystal Moment

 

 

 Crystal Moment

Once or twice this side of death
Things can make one hold his breath.
From my boyhood I remember
A crystal moment of September.

A wooded island rang with sounds
Of church bells in the throats of hounds.

A buck leaped out and took the tide
With jewels flowing past each side.

With his head high like a tree
He swam within a yard of me.

I saw the golden drop of light
In his eyes turned dark with fright.

I saw the forest's holiness
On him like a fierce caress.

Fear made him lovely past belief,
My heart was trembling like a leaf.

He leans towards the land and life
With need above him like a knife.

In his wake the hot hounds churned
They stretched their muzzles out and yearned.

They bayed no more, but swam and throbbed
Hunger drove them till they sobbed.

Pursued, pursuers reached the shore
And vanished. I saw nothing more.

So they passed, a pageant such
As only gods could witness much,

Life and death upon one tether
And running beautiful together.

Robert Peter Tristram Coffin

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

 

On Limbs of Snow the Monarchs Go and In The Falling Flakes of Cloud They Keep Their Presence Proud