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Santa Ana wind poem

February 12, 2011

Lots of Santa Ana wind events lately. . . on a hike Wednesday my little camera caught this image of a hawk soaring in place  near the crest of French Hill in Irvine (with the San Gabriel Mountains on the horizon).

The sight reminded me of a poem . . . written after a similar experience a while back:

Still

When the dry wind

calls down the canyon

red-tailed hawk

steps out for a soar

wings half-flexed

he kites in the blue

as I watch from below

beak to the blast

hair like prairie grass.

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