hazy verge
I sit beneath a mighty sight
The willow tree with outmost bloom
It stretches long across the green
And wide it goes, the dying sun
My ring reflects this fading glow
And yet to me it seems as noon
Lovely is the wind with dancing leafs
Splendid is the day I sit alone
Across these fields lies silent lakes
Thus I remember her soothing voice
What good to keep my splendid thoughts
When you are the breath that grants them life?
And now darkness kissed the sky
Birds let owls take their turn
And I, alone, under moonlight’s eyes
Do I paint my empty page
I hear the owl call my name
“Do you not fear what lurks in dark?”
Kind owl, beast with a softened heart
How can I fear when my thoughts are her’s?
sly kestrel
pearl kestrel