Departure

"From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through 

Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds, 

Out of the peak’s black angularity of shadow, riding 

The last tumultuous avalanche of 
Light above pines and the guttural gorge, 

The hawk comes. 

 His wing 

Scythes down another day, his motion 

 Is that of the honed steel-edge, we hear 

The crashless fall of stalks of Time."

from Evening Hawk

by Robert Penn Warren