on a southwind eagles fly,
majestic gliders forensic eyed, poised
on shifting drafts of autumnal clear-skied air,
on breezes yearning steadily from southern seas,
seas afar,
deep blue dark realms of wilderness and mystery
whose fathoms cold, swarm with micro and macrocosmic life;
all forms to balance and connect this natural world
by land and sea, in ocean and air, on wing and eye, all upon which
this life of ours so utterly depends, as it does
when on a southwind
eagles fly
MChallis © 2016
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