Three Hawks

Three hawks
Come to being in a gray cloud
Riding the wind low
Deep with petrichor 
And gusts of sunshine
The snow is melted
And they've come to see
One, two, three
Visiting a sidewalk
On the edge of the wild
They rise together
Back into the gray world
My sneakers, squeaking,
Follow to the boundaries
Listening in awe
To the jungle waking up
At my back door

Written 2014.