Thermal Ascension
- Jane Pettibone
- Apr 2, 2017
- 1 min read
Hawk,
scalloped feathers steady,
receives the inhale
of thermal and rises—
pull of eternity
intricate in the markings,
counted, threaded
weave of wing,
shaded, textured
frail-boned sail,
lifting beyond
the normal thrust
or rush
of a day’s darting—
the bluest gravity
like a longing,
homing the skyward lean,
column of circling breath—
ride to heaven.
JANE PETTIBONE writes poetry and historical fiction. Her work has appeared in various anthologies, and she is completing a historical novel that takes place in the 1800s in Colorado. Much of her writing inspiration comes from hiking the Rocky Mountains.
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