La Poste De Falcone [LPDF]

From plane of light to plane, <br>Wings dipping through geometries and orchids that the sunset builds,<br>Out of the peak's black angularity of shadow, <br>Riding the last tumultuous avalanche of<br>light above pines and the guttural gorge,<br>The FALCON comes.<br>His wing<br>Scythes down another day, <br>His motion is that of the honed steel-edge, <br>We hear the crashless fall of stalks of Time.<br><br>Robert Penn Warren