Hawk in Flight

Hawk in Flight In the air, the hawk glides, A sentinel of twilight skies, Where clouds cradle the fragile light, and shadows dance in whispered sighs. Old script unfurls on ancient scrolls, layers of strata, time untold, each ink splash a memory, a story woven, rich and bold. Geometric beauty, a fractal form, Its wings, a canvas of muted hues, weightless, it weaves through air and fire, a tapestry of gray, where silence ensues. Sand and sea, they merge and flow, vibrant whispers of atmospheric dreams, while echoes of color, desaturated, Paint the horizon with shadowy schemes. Oh, to capture that moment of grace, in layers of impasto, thick and true, an outline of freedom, forever suspended, in the art of living, bold and blue. Compelling light dances, subtle and sly, as the hawk rides the currents high, a symbol of strength, beauty defined, In the vastness of sky where spirits fly.

Inspired by @Staircaseflash.