Haiku Run
—to be a hawk.
I was grateful to see a hawk soar overhead as I ran. The snow picked up and was dancing all around me.
I laughed to myself.
I was at peace. I was content.
How simple it is to find.
Snow dances, snow flys— I run yet imagine I’m A hawk soaring high
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The juxtaposition of simplicity and depth is hallmark of this form and you've encapsulated that so well.
Hawks are so amazing, strong and confident. One of my favorite birds.