Owling for Lisa 11/16/13

When the poems were coming, they were easy.  Lisa was easy to poem to.- T.H.

Owlwing  (for Lisa Devlin, 11/16/13)

on owlwing you fly,

away, away

so softly

that no mouse, no vole,

no rabbit with twitching ears

can hear.

Powerful reach of bone and feathers,

so subtle and precise,

the joining of desire and physics.

You are off now,

into the winter woods,

flying with grace

away, away.

Ó  2013  ted heimerdinger