Turkey Vulture Trio
Turkey vultures gather
in the stark desolation of winter,
nature's silent gothic children
wearing black like a proud shroud,
reveling in their non-conformity.
Grim wings flung open,
with the cold detachment of obituary writers,
their mere presence punctuates
death's finality upon a scene.
when one lifts its wings to fly,
it soars with the grace of angels,
riding currents with an elegant dignity
that moves souls to prayer.
How can one see a turkey vulture on the wing
and not be moved by beauty,
and to an acceptance of death and life
as equal parts
in the whole of existence?
~Mary A. Redus