Rapture along these shores cedar and arbutus twist with the formal wind blowing in from the north carrying the resentment of snow layerd high on mountain peeks seen in distances on a clear day Island after island motionless landscape eagles move through town watching from a pine tree in deliberation as wide as its wings Standingdeer
I can imagine your words in picture form, standingdeer. An undisturbed landscape, untouched, uncorrupted, perfect. Only touched softly by nature.
Your line breaks are great. Your poem reads easily and I like its moody undertone. Just watch our for minor inconsistencies- eagles 'moving' through town won't be watching from a pine tree.
yes, it depends on the perspective in which you are seeing. If you knew these eagles you would get it. Thank you Standingdeer
