Hawk
Feathers slice through clear cold air directly overhead, nearly silent, in the early dawn among quietly falling snowflakes. I am always amazed by the movements of the natural world and the creatures who inhabit our planet. From the majestic hawk to the vole scurrying underfoot, nature moves with a rhythm and grace we as humans have become far removed from. As I stand in the forest soaking up all the sights, sounds, smells and majesty of it all, I am reminded of my place in this never ending spiral of life. Bright red tail feathers contrast sharply with the grey tree limbs and white blanket of new fallen snow as the hawk slips through the forest canopy. I can only imagine the freedom of his silent flight, as the forest engulfs me and the cold bites my flesh. My footfalls sound foreign against the earth, announcing to the forest that I am passing through. Somehow, as I tread through the deepening snow, my spirit begins to soar with the hawk. In my minds eye I am part of it all, slipping quietly through the forest our wings nearly touching. Yes the Hawk and I are related, brothers of the earth, sons of the spiral, kindred spirits of the forest. Silent wings slice through the clear cold air!
~ Mike “Hawk” Huston ~ High Country Archer
Beautiful, Mike.
Wow, amazing photo and very awesome words.
Susan
Stacey/Hawk: Nicely shown and written my friends.
When I was much younger I vowed that when ever I saw hawk I would always know I am being told, “possibility.” Later I read Hawk Represents opportunity. Thanks Mike that was beautiful!
Charisse.. every opportunity makes anything possible.. very cool.. thank for sharing your story! ~ Stacey