Again Winter's kiss embraces autumn's last leaves,
Once more yesterday is hidden by snowball Earth,
And nature's beauty shows for the last time once again,
That love and purity are forever,
And as the trees shed themselves bare,
Their eyes can catch but a glimpse,
And as the Wolf howls and the Barn Owl hoots,
Mother nature's ears reveal their secret songs,
Singing sweetly to the peoples of Earth,
To stop and to listen, to love and care, to respect and protect,
And this is the Winter's Kiss.
"Heroes can only rise if there is something left to climb" - Thomas Luke Williams
When you can sit and be accepted by the Vixen and her young, you know you have done the right things in life.
thanks for sharing
In reply to sugar:
Thank you very much, I'll post some more of my poems in the future.
In reply to WildWolfTom:
You are very talented Tom- very thought provoking -I wish more people would listen to mother nature dont you?
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In reply to welsh lass:
Thank you very much, it makes me have to think alot about the world to write it too, just wish more people would open up yes! That's my mission :-)
Hi Tom - was never into poetry until I did a course with the open university a few years ago- really opened up a door for me- no good at writing it though!! Look forward to reading more from you
Hello Jayne, I oddly enough was the opposite, when I was in school I could not stand the stuff, picking it apart and finding meanings in English. It was only when trying to write songs did I start on the Poetry :-)
Love the poem, and the line about sitting with the vixen and young. Wonderful. My favourite place the whole of Wales, where I live.
In reply to rosiegirl:
Thank you very much :-) And agreed, Wales is fantastic all over!
I've only just discovered Poetry Corner. A wonderfully evocative poem, Tom. Thanks for posting your own work.
Do you know of a poem about starlings that you feel really captures the sounds they make and the energy that comes from them? Whenever I hear a flock of starlings it sends me straight back to being a young child, but I've never found a poem that catches the moment for me.
In reply to Snapdragon:
Very good. Almost as if from another time when wolfs could still be heard howling, and mother Earth had a chance to communicate even with us humans, quite some time ago, before evolution has crippled us. Timeless in that sense for people who are still able to listen to mother Earth. Regards, Dejan
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