Time to take a nature walk and appreciate the emotions all around…even when you cannot see them. Listen closely. Can you hear that? What did you hear?
The Waiting
The sunlight creeps silently, driving the darkness from across the valleys.
Lazy flowers bow, pouring off dew, raise their petals into the rays’ warmth,
Gingerly stretching leaves, soaking in the light between the shadowy trees.
High above them on a windswept branch, a lonely barn owl mournfully calls.
Her nest is bare, chicks long flown, the warm rays wasted on glowing white feathers.
From her skyline perch she dives, unfurling her wings, through the limbs she falls.
Just before the rushing ground’s rapid approach she levels to skim the meadow.
Along the ripples, she drags her talons in the cool water. Then, she reaches to snatch
A tasty trout from the babbling brook. Up she climbs, back to her nest in the shadow.
With a shrill hoot she calls once more, the meal growing warm in her claw.
From across the rapids swoops up a sight so grand she sighs sweet relief.
He is back. To share another repast, preen her feathers and nuzzle beneath her jaw.
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awarewriter
/ December 26, 2011Love.
Beautiful words Red. You didn’t need the photos because your words painted the image perfectly.
John
Red
/ December 26, 2011Thank you, John. It is not often I put up one which is so fresh, but this just seemed to be one which would not wait to age.
Red.
Androgoth
/ December 26, 2011I agree with John, a wondrously
nice posting with delightful words 🙂
have a wonderful evening Red 🙂
Androgoth XXx
Red
/ December 26, 2011Thank you, Andro. Amazing what comes to one in the stillness of the dawn. Red.
lorrelee1970
/ December 26, 2011Peace.
Red
/ December 26, 2011I like that, Lorre.
Red.
raymond alexander kukkee
/ December 26, 2011This is absolutely beautiful, Red and the timeless and elegant mating call of nature…
Red
/ December 26, 2011Thank you, Ray. With this one, I heard it more than saw it. Red.
Raymond Alexander Kukkee
/ December 27, 2011It’s interesting that you heard it more than saw it, your imagery even without the photos is wonderful. Another curious observation, birds suffer the empty-nest syndrome repeatedly, starting over, and over….ergo the comment ” timeless”…
Red
/ December 27, 2011And my allusion to his return to the nest for “another”.
bear
/ December 27, 2011The breaking of a new Dawn and what life brings to those deserving.
Red
/ December 27, 2011Very nice imagery, Bear.
grantahelms
/ December 27, 2011Nice Red. Seems that no matter how beautiful life is, there comes a time when it is only fulfilled when you spend it with the one you love. Beautiful imagery of later years, empty-nest syndrome, wonderful dinners and the exhileration when your spouse comes home after the days grind. Love you, Grant
Red
/ December 27, 2011Thank you, Grant. Very nice analysis. Love you, too. Red.
prenin
/ December 27, 2011Beautiful Red! 🙂
Dad used to bring home injured Owls – one of the few times he did something right – and we had to hand feed them while wearing a welders glove or else we’d be losing fingers! 🙂
One little Owl was really sweet though and didn’t hoot so we called it ‘Eeet’ after the noise it made as it sat on my shoulder and nibbled my ear! 🙂
It was eventually released back into the wild so that was one for the home team!!! 🙂
Why did the Male Owl stay single?
Because he had no Wit to Woo!!! LoL!!!
Love and hugs!
Prenin.
Red
/ December 27, 2011LOL! We often had owls in the house. And sparrows. And doves. And bluejays…are you seeing a pattern? We had some wicked ones and some which were uber-gentle. Either way, gloves are a must. Very few sharper beaks around.
Hope you are having a lovely afternoon, Pren!
{HUGZ},
Red.
scribblinghermit
/ December 27, 2011passed this award to you: Versatile Blogger hope you like it! 🙂
http://scribblinghermit.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/awarded-versatile-blogger-award/
Red
/ December 27, 2011Thank you! I will be by to get it later today! Red.
christyb
/ December 28, 2011Wonderful Red. I did not realize you write poetry, what a wonderful thing to have in common. The intro to the poem reminded me of a good way I relax: by going for a walk and focusing solely on the sounds around me. We take so much for granted in our busy lives!
Christy
Red
/ December 29, 2011Peace and quiet is hard to find on most days. I really take the time to enjoy it when given the opportunity. Have a look through all of the Muses and look for War Sucks and Analyse This. Red.