short-eared Durham owls
meditating over the dale’s edge,
shadow the fields and folds
in elegant diurnal flight.

on wind-side,careful sight
may swoop to prey
and away.

your yellow broad-eyed look,
at once both sharp and distant,
holds me.
oh,silence,
oh,wind on green,
oh,earth,
sky.

immense your held vision,
sphere without center,
pied geometer of flight,
sketch your descent and ascent.

trees bunched by drystone wall

call heart home