Years and years ago

I fell in love

not with a person

with a skill

that few still have

We did not see them

but they were there

moments before we arrived

walking a newly snow covered trail

Day full of blue sky

Golden sun under light clouds

And green, everywhere green

as if May, though it’s not

Beautiful, but worrying

He sits atop the rock,

his throne, perhaps

surveying the land around

his domain, he is the king

Gracefully gliding to a perch high above

hawk wheeling in a tight turn

to land surveying the field

predator seeking an easy meal