Bald Eagle

Perched atop thin branches.
Swaying in the wind.
Resolute amidst the rain.
I can see you now,

the fall having passed, 
the cloak of leaves,
with time and wind,
nowhere to be seen.

Only you and bare branches,
swaying, watching,
great talons, sharp eyes—
prepared to take flight.

Bald eagle, lonely 
amidst the elements,
waiting for the moment
to strike.