'Late on a September afternoon
with updrafts of August like warmth.
High on an island mountain cliff
Turkey Vultures and Ravens passing so close below
you hear the rush of air through their wings.
Far below in the distance
the ferries ply their trade,
but up here on the edge of this glacial sculpture
the silence tingles on your skin.
The scent of pine and fir warmed by summer like heat
is thick in the air with Raven talk...
Oil on canvas 22 x 28
Thoughts & comments always appreciated.