Broadwing whorl
Rise light through morning mist
Disaggregated flock among the trees;
Lift sun-drawn with the thermal
Plume and talon
To the cloud,
Swarm swirling
Hawks
Together through the shaft.
Fill the airy mortsleam,
Stream southward from the brim,
Pour pinnate spiral spilling 'cross the sky;
Defy dispersing magnet of the earth
Wing skyward down,
Flow river in the sky to nether lands.
"Mortsleam" is a word I invented by inverting the word "maelstrom," since the visual effect of the large swarm of hawks as they circled skyward reminded me of the opposite effect of a watery whirlpool....poetic license.