A silhouette against
gray winter sky,
his tucked-tight wings
shed the cold drizzle.
It’s difficult just now
to imagine him in sunlight,
head and tail glistening white
as he glides on thermals up and up
and up against a spruce backdrop.
But I know he will again soar
that pain and hurt can pass,
change like weather.
The sun will return and
we can again soar.
• Richard Stokes, a Juneau resident since 1971, writes about nature, which he loves, and aging, which he is doing.