EUGENE LEAKE (1911-2005)
A hawk hovers in air,
two white gulls float on the stream
soaring with the wind, it is easy
to drop and seize.
Birds who foolishly drift with the current
where the dew sparkles in the grass,
the spider’s web waits for its prey,
the processes of nature resemble the business of men.
I stand alone with ten thousand sorrows.
Eugene Leake, Landscape with Figure , oil on canvas, 64 x 76 inches