BERNARDSTON UNITARIAN CHURCH
Thank you Nick Fleck for a wonderful reading of your poetry for our Arts and Activism Program. Two selections below are printed with Nick's kind permission from, The Sparrow Hawk a Chapbook of Poems from Franklin County , Richard C. Fleck, Jr.
Rain swashes snow through storm drains. March grows grey-doom to form villages enwrapped in smoke and gloom. Winter's hibernation still enshrouds me. I tap myself searching for the sweet essence rising in thaw-warmed days following the influence of rime-coated full-moon nights. Thus spring's resurgence delights assuaging winter's dark might.
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The Sparrow Hawk
He is a watcher of our ways; not of our interstellar routes but of our current maze.
Superior to our swirlings; He is an observer of our days our comings, and our goings. He finds a perch whereon he reigns and if he alights on neither crag nor post, the falcon hovers on wings, in an incessant zigzag, motionless in air, where he surveys the grassy shoulders in summer haze.
When I hold my palm against the sun-rays, to shade my vision, I see him suspended, silhouetted. I succumb to summer heat and have a whim that he observes me whirl on singing tires just as he notes the locust singing a welcome to the noon-time heat. He furls his wings and plunges:
my loneliness reappears, rises with the grasshopper or the vole spiked on his spears.
He rests upon a cable; a knight. And I; I rush on beneath his sight. |