Pure Flight Poem by Sandra Fowler

Sandra, visually stunning... simply 'pure' poetry! Brian

A stunning piece. The drama of your words impacts the soul. My Best, Mary

Beautiful piece... beautifully imaginative

Lovely piece, the freedom to soar on the wing, beautiful Love duncan X

'A sharp eye of the poetess who captures a lonely bird is flying in a sunset. This is another rare song indeed of the fading twilight' Your observation is great in the mysterious sky. Take care my friend.

sandraji, that hawk is nothing but your soul... and the flight, i love to call it: poetry..........

a visual treat to the mind...trying to recreate the scenery through your fine poem...a treat

Your words pure magic as they capture the lone flight of the hawk and drops a poem into your hands..thank you Sandra - the hawk, my favourite

You capture the solitary nature of your hawk with skill and grace in this majestic poem about the passing of time and the beauty of the seasons. I also pick up an emotional sub plot of regret and sweet sadness. Masterful poetry. love, Allie xxxx

Many moods and images are captured here - so many poets have praised this work, I merely wish to echo their thoughts. 'Warm bones against the frost' is what the spirit requires, always - the sun always westers, forever. - Will