The Last Winter artexpo gathering storm clouds on the

gathering storm clouds on the horizon

I have taken on the role of its silent guardian

and harbingers of good fortune

remember that these head bristles are not just feathers atop my head

mesmerizing all who watched

The Last Winter artexpo gathering storm clouds on theDuring its last winter on the cliffside, the falcon continued its ritual of preening, a farewell to a lifetime of solitary vigils. The cold winds whispered through the rugged terrain as the bird, aware of the approaching end, tended to its feathers. The cliff, a witness to countless seasons, stood as a backdrop to the falcons final moments. And in the fading light, the birds act of self care was an acknowledgment of the inevitable passage of time and