See

I saw the eagle twice this morning.
Gliding, diving, soaring, turning,
Looking for what I don't know.
The beauty was in the watching.
Thinking of signs and good things.
Promises of good born in the wind.
A New Year of hope, filled in love.
Soaring, gliding, diving into each
One who welcomes it if we but still.
Watch the wonder of the world
Right in front of us alive with signs.
The joys of life in simplicity and awe.
While the eagle circles round again.