How wonderful you become
In the fratchy face of the sun,
Turning and hurrying with east winds

On your corn–flake wings stretched broad
Beyond the mauve cliffs,
Somewhere in heavens of burning sky,

Wanderlust Falcon up–spinning in air
In novelty, mildew and autumnal cheer.

How wondrous your ceremonies
In dawn of majestic culture,
Hailcurbing around green edges of kaolin
grass,

Like a fresh foliage tossing up on coastal earth,
Where your swooping shadow
Lounge from ridge to ridge

While the whistling storm struts at bridge,
A bamboo prick you perch and fine
At least you wait for the Harvest time.