Winter owl imprint. (Photo: Patricia Bour-Schilla)

Pale vision on an early day:
two gray wings gliding flat
balance on the body’s straight line.
A trill rises from the meadow.
Persuaded, the flight turns,
begins a slow arc
toward the waiting field.
Riding a smooth river of air,
the sandhill crane descends,
folds her wings, and bows.

Diane Wilson is a prose writer whose memoir, Spirit Car: Journey to a Dakota Past (Borealis Books, 2006), won a 2006 Minnesota Book Award. Her work has been featured in the anthology Fiction on a Stick (Milkweed Editions) and many other publications. She is a past editor for Minnesota Literature, former board chair of SASE: The Write Place, and the founder and editor of The Artist’s Voice.

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Tagged: birds, Spring