#14

Circles

The hawk soars circles against a backdrop of blue sky.
The hawk’s body rests beside the creek
on soil made of the deaths that came before him.
The hawk is a memory to those who watched him fly.
The hawk is forgotten by those who watched him fly.
The earth and air are made of hawk,
but those who knew him do not notice.
The earth and air are made of hawk 
    and those who knew him, too.

Carol Barrow
April 2018

#13

three

puffball

baby

owls

on

one

branch

   mom

   watching

   close

   by

   from

   a

   different

   tree

easy

to

find

because

of

the

small

group

standing

below

heads

up

pointing

smiling

     a

     man

     with

     a

     huge

     belly

     shares

     his

     owl

     story

     with

     me

i

ooh

and

ahhh

and

love

owls

together

with

him



Carol Barrow
April, 2018

#12

If 

we

all

recognized

our

place

in 

Life

the 

air

would

be

filled

with 

songs

of

Thank You

Thank You

Thank You

Carol Barrow

April, 2018

#11

Haven’t loved my shoulder
     though it is hurting
          and much in need of love.

Haven’t loved my back or feet.
Haven’t loved my stomach.
And forgot my face
years ago.

I am sad for that
but so happy to know
to love now.

No,
scratch that “sad” part.

So happy 
to know to love.

So happy 
to love.

So happy. 




Carol Barrow
April, 2018