from the window

I'm so lucky to have a view of fields and trees from my kitchen window and I love to sit at the table and just observe. Often what I see seeps into my psyche.

Prey

This summer past, day after day, I watched the buzzard

rise from her stand of trees to hunt; watched her describe

her wide effortless circles, as a wheel set in motion, turns.

This autumn night she has gyred silently above my sleep

so that now at four a.m., I lie awake beneath her dream

and the small, secretive animal of self, trembles.