Poem -
Owl
Spirit of the Pole Star
silhouette on the pale moon,
lamenting call of old growth
guardian of the new.
Silent satin flight
through the hushed pine,
citrine eyes for the jade jet
jewelled night.
sparkling in the starlight,
as deep as the black tarn lake,
comets of the dark sky
in eternal wake.
Snowdust rose fox
endears the still night
in red dawn Venus glow,
Apollo´s eyes set in sky and stone
upon the sleeping snow.
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Comments
hi Tony! wow ! what a great descriptive poem! with words you were able to take me to the woods I so dearly miss! and I was now standing in the midst of the" hushed pine"! With your descriptions I know you have been there! for know one can know the " black tarn lake" unless they've seen one!..love this write! .......................................................................................................Jim
Hi Jim, lovely to receive your inspiring, wonderful comment, your heartwarming, very kind words are inspirational. Thank you and hope you are well dear friend. xx
Never seen the black tarn lakes but I agree with Jim...stunning x
Dear Marion, very kind words indeed, thank you so much for taking the time to read and make a generous comment, much appreciated. Thank you! Hope you are very well. xx