Mozart plays and I can't resist When symphonies abound out in the mist Creeks are moving as bubbles merge Melodious songs for springtime from birds As softly the breeze circles this maze The hums from afar waken the day The Dragonfly gauzed in her green dress Rotors redeem from her flying fortress Wet ground of moss, earthworms that move Dancing come Mayflies, cutting the groove Badger out strolling moaning his groan Rabbits that scurry from their hidden home Then up stream a sound of pure joy His tracks noted sooner, yep its my boy He stands so erect, proudly displayed His rack all scarred from defensive play He lasted through winter, we two have returned My stag from the forest with eyes that still burn I slowly respond with kindness so gently He knows this is me tall, blonde and tender This friend whom I've missed, my tears start to gather Connections from last year with this nod that matters The soul of this animal who touched my heart This mystery gathers again to impart The quiet of nature, respect for her glory This woman, her deer, with no end to this story.
I have walked with the deer and the moose in the deep woods of Nova Scotia, I was once a hunter but I think the kill was not so important as being in their backyard and every once in a while getting to glimpse what the wild is really like.
Fee
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2007
Very pretty in delivery. I was reminded how on the other side of the world it is spring time again. Lady J
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Fee
Love Tinka
you did a fine job expressing it,
stan
John
Love, Pierre
A lovely song...
your poem is music to the thoughts...
very nice Susan...
enjoyed, Art Sun...
A beautiful melody you play in verse...indeed. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Walt