The Snow Owl
Lying atop her bedsheets
not more than just a waif
scratching on the rooftop
caused her head to raise
Crawling out so slowly
diverted by the sounds
she followed papa outside
to see what he had found
Upon nights darkened rooftop
New moon up in the sky
The beauty of the snow owl
sitting tall afore her eyes
She was merely seven
a child of love indeed
for every creature found her
of every kind and creed
But this time t'was different
Profound it was for sure
for nary did they come here
and nary to the moor
He stared into her young eyes
afore he took to flight
his great wings oh so spansive
gliding out into the night
In memory she did keep it
filed great owl's look to her
and grew into a lady
his memory just a blur
Until a shaman told her
please look for him again
he will come to show you
a symbol from the glen
Smiling she did wonder
be it fable or the truth
Until one day the snow owl
her heart he came to soothe
January 12, 2013
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
Just amazing!
Love and Dreams,
Karen
budd
sharing such a meaningful
experience for Your
loving heart
Lady Vivian
Regis
Back in 1983, we drove from Texas to Wisconsin. When night came in Arkansas we couldn't find a room in a motel, so I continued to drive on until dawn in Illinois. My continuing on, we arrived at Madison about 6 PM to pick up a college student stepson where I took a shower to shake off the fatigue so that we could continue on. We took a major highway to the Northwoods where my parents had a cottage, our destination. I had to drive a forest road for about 50 miles before we got there. On the way about 10:30 PM, I suddenly saw a white ghost in the road. As I approached at about 60 mph, the ghost took wing and flew up out of harms way. That snowy owl woke me up for the last few miles and we arrived safe and sound at 11 PM.
Ron
May the white owl forever be with you, may he carry you on the mighty wings of his love and may he forever soothe your heart.
A wonderful story Carol
This poem is so beautiful and soothing to the heart.
Majestic the Snow Owl. Penned with quil of wonders.
Lady Mary Ann
I bow and tip my hat to you
Cyrano
Enjoyed this lovely piece
Best wishes, neerja
Rebecca
Di
Mark
Gail
Stay well and keep writing
Eddy
Love ya!
Jane