I came out of class today and saw that tens of people were gathered in a massive circle in the quad. Curious, I had to go and see what was going on. In the center of the lawn was a beautiful hawk, in all its mightyness. It had just tackled a seagull out of the air and onto the ground, who was now it's lunch. Luckily I had my camera with me, and hopefully without disturbing it too much I got some great photos. Enjoy!




After he took off, I was walking towards my apartment and I looked up in the sky and saw him hovering over me in floating in the sky... It was truly a gift.

Blessings and Peace,
Jasmine
he was giving you safe passage-
I love the way the light shines through the feathers in the penultimate photo.
Thanks for letting us be there too!
Happy trails, D.
Wildness lurkes everywhere... everywhere...
The Hawk
This morning
the hawk
rose up
out of the meadow’s browse
and swung over the lake—
it settled
on the small black dome
of a dead pine,
alert as an admiral,
its profile
distinguished with sideburns
the color of smoke,
and I said: remember
this is not something
of the red fire, this is
heaven’s fistful
of death and destruction,
and the hawk hooked
one exquisite foot
onto a last twig
to look deeper
into the yellow reeds
along the edges of the water
and I said: remember
the tree, the cave
the white lily of resurrection
and that’s when it simply lifted
its golden feet and floated
into the wind, belly-first,
and then it cruised along the lake—
all the time its eyes fastened
harder than love on some
unimportant rustling in the
yellow reeds—and then it
seemed to crouch high in the air, and then it
turned into a white blade, which fell.
[p.s. I once had a crush on a woman whose nickname was "death and destruction." -jc]






lunch