Through a rift in the weather soft light spills long and low across snow-kept fields causing blooms of dry grass to blush with gold. Somewhere high up a hawk loops slow circles, feathers flexing in the flux of the wind, and eyes a fence post as perch from which to prey. Eaten, prey becomes predator. The mind digests an image into a poem. Life feeds life.
Photography by F. Lee Cornelison
Text by Charles S. Pinzino
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