After The Rain - I'll Sing A Refrain

"After the Rain" by Cyril Rolando

It started with a singular tear
soon a river began to flow
after the rain, my head will clear

beyond the ridge sunlight appears
my eyes seek a higher plateau
it started with a singular tear

there's a song in my heart I hold dear
standing on the bridge, casting woes
after the rain, my head will clear

what lies beyond this earthly sphere
there's a place my soul seems to know
it started with a singular tear

perhaps, it is life's storms, I fear
today's, a new day,  I'll take it slow
after the rain, my head will clear

forever;  holding my dreams near
there's a song I knew long ago
it started with a singular tear
after the rain, my head will clear

written for the The Sunday Muse
sharing with Poets United


Peace & Thanksgiving 

Day Dreaming

riding bareback

there is a trust

in kindred souls

under a blue sky

we take in the view

once this land was

filled with wild spirits

closing our eyes in

the afternoon sun

it's a good time for

a daydream or two

healing our wounds

learning different ways

to travel in life's  journey

walk, trot, canter and gallop

never to be tamed we

stand strong born with

a heart of love & free will

author's note: written for The Sunday Muse

 

Season of Change

courtesy of Pixabay

winter
barren of life
breaking ground for the dead
muffles the tears of snow-angels
transformed

written for Poets United - Midweek Motif Winter

Song of the Frost Moon

Photography by Sarolta Ban

Though a tree no longer stands

amidst it's neighbors, it's roots

still remain forever sturdy

Through the rings of time, the heart

of the great pine beats a melody

for the forest dwellers

Protected by a thin misty veil

animals (deer and boar) gather

listening to the songs of

gusty wind-pipes

November's full frost moon

filters light, to the forest below

 mourning, the loss of warmer days

Fallen leaves now provide
 a place for  bedding down

before winter's chill arrives

Gathered are the spirits of nature

survival sings on ancient drums

take only what you need, for all

life is precious...

written for The Sunday Muse

Thank your for reading!

Hawk-Eye Perspective

courtesy of wikimedia

There she is beating

her hoop drum

I watch her with my

keen eyes, she appears

normal in many ways

but, her spirit is different

communing with nature and
it's creatures.  I sometimes

dream of  speaking to her

would she converse with

me in my native tongue

of "Hawk" I sit on the highest

tree limb eavesdropping on her

whispered chants. Making mental
notes,  I am honored to be her
guide. I long for  her to stroke my head

caress my  neck. I swoop closer to catch

an ancient melody. My feathers

glisten in the mid-day sun.

Will she notice me?

OH NO, she is looking

What shall I do?

I hold my head high,looking into
her eyes.  Sudden  (panic)

my heart  pounding in my breast,
I feel vulnerable in the sunlight

She stares at me, mesmerized

I spread my wings, hoping she
will gaze upon my natural beauty. 

She smiles wide, her hazel eyes
dance with wonder. Her long
hair blows in a soft breeze.  I want to
fly to her shoulder, travel with
her to places unknown, magical
planes of adventure.

Abruptly, the moment ends

company arrives, damn crows

trying to ruin my day out

I  take to the air, leaving  her

a precious gift,  floating to the

ground a feather to quill her

poems

I shall return to her....

sharing with dVerse
hosted by Bjorn writing from a
different perspective.

I wrote this about the day a hawk came

to visit me and gifted me a feather. I wrote

it from what I perceived to be the hawk's perspective.

I feel the need to honor the hawk as it seems
to be my totem animal spirit.

Mystical Keepers

courtesy of Pixabay

 Beyond the deep  violet veil of night

standing before an ancient gate-keeper

within me a flame begins to ignite

guide me to the sacred fire-keeper

overhead a bald eagle takes flight

between the worlds moves a dream-keeper

drinking  from the mystical river of life

written for dVerse Quadrille 91 - Keep

hosted by Kim - writing a quadrille

of 44 words incorporating "Keep"

author's note: This is a tidbit from a dream
May all of your dreams be good ones

What You Cannot See

 Photography by Oladios

"I can't see the end of me."

There's a place in me

that you cannot see

I guard it protectively

would you view it objectively

heart shaped it holds all that I feel

sometimes it's hard to conceal

eyes are the portals to the soul

lost are pieces that make me whole

 ancient proverb claims a cat has nine lives

I struggle with one trying to survive

all life has a beginning, middle and end

lost are the riddles, too deep to comprehend
 
  will you remember the love I penned

     will you remember the love I penned 

      will you remember the love I penned

written for The Sunday Muse

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