Wild - Haiku

winds have been silenced

yet distant call of the owls

are heard by these ears

marshlands replenished

home to beasts seeking shelter

from mans storms so wild

this night so silent

doors locked and windows closed

stillness creeps on thru

winters’ wilderness

forgotten in the garden

springs forth in colour

run with the wild wolves

free from harnesses of man

released of burdens

Penned for Wild at Theme Thursday

I am Home

Pull back the mouldy leaves, gently from my tender blacken skin.

Allow me to breathe in fresh air once again, to fill my lungs.

Replenish my summer home, the water now stagnant and cold.

Let me live again for I am home, home in The Pond, giver of life.

A Sight to Behold

As the Pink Full Moon rises I harken back to the dawn of the day. Up and out by 5 am, on me morn walkie, my path lit by the yawning Seven Sisters fading, seeking their bed. I search the sky for a sign.

Allow me to digress. Early morning walks are important to me, are a part of me, and dare I say never cross my path during my sojourn in this sleepy town. It’s my time, down time, while I renew my self before a hectic day.

As I walked along one crisp morn I glanced up at the sky, which I’m prone to do, and spotted a brilliant light moving west to east. Being a skywatcher for years I already knew I live in Vector 37 and air travel is south to north. Hhhmmmmm I thought at the light still moving.

I hurried home, logged in and went to one of me faves, spaceweather.com. Yes, I’m addicted. Clicked on the Flybys link, entered my postal code and saw it. Aha! At that exact time ISS was flying over me. Wow! The International Space Station and I could see it from this wee place on planet earth. Well it became a challenge. From then on, I searched the heavens and was always delighted to see it passing by even seeing the familiar H form one lucky morn.

Fast forward………this morn I stopped to stretch in the drive and scanned. Ooooooo, there ya are! High above I could see it, ISS. It had a yellowish glow, and was moving faster then I’ve ever seen. Perhaps it was rushing to say hello to the sun as she woke, her aura reflecting on it. One never knows what goes on up there out of our sight. ;)

Light of The Earth

Born under a mystical crescent moon,
guided by beacons of Venus and Jupiter,
I am Alban Eiler, rising up thru the mist
bringing life while I declare my domain
upon this land for I am Light of the Earth.

Descendant of a golden manned king
passed down thru centuries, into mine,
his colours, are my colours, green and gold
the colours of life renewed in this landscape
beneath the spring sun of glorious warmth.

A Celtic harp flies from the barren tree mast
unfurling in the wind for all to inhale my scent,
I sail once again upon the ocean tides
bestowing the gift of notes high and sweet
throughout this day, I am Light of the Earth.

Griffin Awakes

Amongst the cold, stark, barren trees
branches spike upward, piercing the sky,
dawn appears, her eyelids flutter, she yawns
focusing on the day ahead, and the Griffin awakes.

Awaking I see her thru the glass, my reflection
in awe, stares as much at her as myself
while she ruffles her coppery feathers
and with eyes afire, her heat thaws rivers ice.

Ice swept away on the rivers renewed current,
water transforms into a black satin ribbon
edged in white velvet of snow, it winds its way
thru creeks and lakes, into its ocean home.

Home she is as talons uncurled and beak as sharp
scratch the shard surface, formed of bitter winds
snow and rain that held us in its strangling grasp
now releases the land into comforting golden embers.

Embers warming my heart for she is the hope
I’ve longed for, yearned for in all these months
of cold, dead winter, she is the one who lives
to spark growth, ignite colour upon this frozen earth.