Saturday, September 5, 2020

The Hawk and the Willow

It seemed like a normal September day as,  I  set out on foot  for my daily walk.  The air had a different quality there was a sense of external energy.  My heart quickened a few beats.  What was out there calling  this late summer day?  Searching  the sky it seemed unusually quiet until, I heard the deafening screech of a crow.  

He came out of nowhere it seemed. A red-tailed hawk circling the lake putting on an aerobatic performance.  I stared upward at this beauty and thought come closer so,  I might see your magnificent red feathers.  He flew to the willow tree up ahead. I quickened my pace. Where are you, my friend?   I saw you fly here.  The willow boughs seemed to bend from weight.  Suddenly, a scream pierced my ears Eeeeee.  There he was in the willow looking down at me  screaming out his message. In stunned surprise,  I shouted,  " I see you."  Standing, silently,  under the willow boughs.  I  whispered, "what do you share with me this day?" He flew to the peak of a pine tree that stood nearby, surveying his surroundings. 

He took off circling the lake, a hunter searching for his prey.  What would be his meal this day?  A fish, mole or small mouse.  Nature seemed to grow still.  Just the hawk, willow and I. He descended into the water missing his mark.  Some crows nearby,  grew anxious in the trees.  My eyes followed him in his endeavor.  I saw him dive down and I thought he had caught something but, what?  He flew to the top of another tree.  I quickly made my way there.  A crow stood guard.  On a branch above the crow,   I observed  the hawk,  he had his prey a small field mouse.  I contemplated, will that be enough to fill your belly?  The meek mouse struggling. Feeling the angst of the situation.  I caught myself thinking of life. The helpless and meek are often devoured by the strong.  So many struggles in our journey.  The hawk had his prey and I prayed for understanding.

I stood there wondering what is the message this day?  Then he took off as two feathers fluttered to my feet.  He had gifted me a wing and tail feather.  I picked them up giving thanks.

weeping willow tree
bending from summer's pressure
red-tail hawk screeches

author's note:  This is my haibun about the" Hawk and the Willow"  and my surreal adventure. What would you take from this encounter?  What speaks to your heart? Coincidence, sychroncity or something a bit more on a late summer day?

sharing with earthweal

Thank you for visiting - Happy Weekend

Hawks, willows & messages 


Thursday, September 3, 2020

Corn Moon Swoon

Moon, Corn, Leaves, Foreground, Rising, East, Green
Courtesy of Pixabay

 

Under golden moonlight

slowly peel the layers of

my protective husk

revealing my silky fibers

shucking away insecurities

 

swooning in the maze

of September's desire

listening to the crows

serenade

 

whisper buttery poetry

to my awaiting ear

melt with me into the

kernel of sweet

surrender...

 

sharing with

dVerse 

open link night

Thank you for visiting

 

author's note: I was looking

at the corn moon the other

night and poetry evolved

 

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Thinking of You!

 

A Picture Poem

Maybe, some day, I will find the right

words to touch your heart!


Saturday, August 29, 2020

Head Bowed, Shall I Pray

The Sunday Muse  

In a field of sunflower dreams

sprinkle me with golden beams

summer is tilting further away

sleepy, head bowed, shall I pray

 

silently wilting in autumn's sun

harvesting seeds, my job is done

I know, I'll see you another day

sleepy, head bowed,  shall I pray

 

save a packet of magical dreams

scatter me, splitting at the seams

remember the sun is a ray away

sleepy, head bowed,  shall I pray

 

linking with The Sunday Muse

 Thank you for visiting

please be sure to visit

the other amazing poets

at The Sunday Muse

 

peace, dreams & light

 

Monday, August 24, 2020

Bumpy Ride

 

Clouds, Landscape, Sea, Sky, Nature
courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This train ride

called life

is one bumpy adventure

often our plans get

derailed

we find ourselves

bumbling along

with no direction

that's quite the

bummer

does it mean we

failed

who's to say

sometimes the

bumpiness 

bumfuzzles 

us

as we find

our way

 

linking with dVerse hosted by De

https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/24/quadrille-110-shall-we-bum-around-a-bit/

writing a quadrille of 44 words incorporting bum or a form of bum in a word.

Sunday, August 23, 2020

Zero Lattitude

Art by helldivo at DeviantArt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I perceive the world through mystical eyes

let us sail across the sea, our imaginary line

mapping a place of treasure for you and I

setting our coordinates, searching for  signs

 

let us sail across the sea, our imaginary line

you are the tempest storm, I am the calm

setting our coordinates, searching for signs

together riding waves, our healing balm

 

you are the tempest storm, I am the calm

my eyes have beheld an oasis of pleasure

together riding waves, our healing balm

our hearts beating with erratic measure

 

my eyes have beheld an oasis of pleasure

sing me a song under the crescent moon

our hearts beating with erratic measure

kiss me slowly, with your honey dip tunes

 

sing me a song under the crescent moon

mapping a place of treasure for you and I

kiss me slowly, with your honey dip tunes

I perceive the world through mystical eyes

 

linking with The Sunday Muse

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/08/sunday-muse-122.html

 

Author's note:  Thank you for your  visits! I had a couple of dreams

this week about maps. My mind is swirling with adventure today.

Maps, dreams & vision