It's Not About Robins

The hawks are happy today

they open their wings to encompass the sky
shifting so I see all their brown feathers,
spread to grasp every warm updraft
they create a tunnel in this spring air

I am happy today
to see them spin in
wide white circles
To know they spin up
to bring the warmth out of the earth
and twist down to drawn down the sun
their catabasis is what renews me today

But I wonder, as I sit in my car
will they climb higher
dare the sun in his sky
and come together
Will they clasp their claws
extend their legs towards one another
And tumble earthwards
Will they spin into one form
of feathers, talons and sun
Will they risk each other’s life
in the decent
Will the earth be soft and kind
if both are unwilling to separate.

For now they will turn
in a column of their own creation
Please bring back the spring
with the sun and earth.

Morning Light

This poem kind of came to me when I was walking to physics last Monday.

Morning Light by Charles Grabuski

Morning light shines through frosted windows.
Setting fire to coffee mugs and sleepy eyes.
Rising above gilded waters,
dancing through jeweled leaves,
precious moments of placid intensity.
Clear skies like sheets of precious metal,
let me fall into October breeze.
Naked ancestors cling to their summer skins,
made into rubies by autumn air.
Pulling my big sweater closer
and one more sip of steaming coffee.
I'm physically cold, body chilled,
but spiritually warmed, naturally renewed,
by constant and forever gifts of Grandfather Sun.

10-19-2008