Hawks And Horseshoes

A hawk’s small chest feather

Slightly curved

Lay cradled

Within a horseshoe

Hung to hold luck

It looks like the making of a twister rolling in from the north

I stand facing the wind

Looking up at what’s coming in the sky

The small birds dart and dip in the downdrafts

Fleeing with speed to their nests

Then something catches my eye

Almost on top of the sky

A bald eagle

Riding the rough winds of that day

You see

Sometimes

You have to give yourself to the wind

Ride the storms of life like the eagle

Sometimes

It’s not good to flee

To hide from what’s coming

Sometimes

You have to face what’s coming

Yes

Sometimes

You have to ride the wind of the storm

This poem is from my book : Petals Falling