crouched in dark woodland
listening.....
thrust of powerful midnight wings,
furtive scamperings tread secret trails,
wary, scenting human
upon the musty air.
And brock stays besett
for tonight i am fear,
alien, where no-one treads this hour.
Treetrunks creak harmony
to windswept boughs
kissed by moonlight
as thin, in the cool night
distant reynard screeches his love
carried on the wind
through shapeless darkness
I am here just to be here
to witness a part of creation
closed to us in our self centred humanity
to experience one more 'beautiful'
hidden to us
yet real as the night itself
here to be humbled by my insignificance
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Wonderful words d a.
Andy
A super write dusk.
Take yourself out of suburbia and retreat to the forest, where a different world awaits you. The forest at night is where life and dreams for a time come together.
what splendid words sir having more than merely scratched the surface of my own nocte world ................. N
Dusk this write registered as few do. I believe this to be one of your better writes. It is full of wonderful images. It carries such wisdom of how little we know of nature. I loved the lines all the way through, but one of my favorites is "carried on the wind through shapeless darkness."
I am just imagining this scene - it's so real. Great lines!
Yes and WOW Dusk. I love this sensation of connecting to one's self via nature, and then reflecting on our inconsequential nature. We can truly feel like a star among the many, but what matters is that we all shine in our own unique way. Beautiful.
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