I will walk at eleven.
Easy trip, short, sweet ramble
Down to the creek, midheaven
Is close, just a short amble.
Where the sparse, sweet trillium
Grows, also lofty goshawk
Whose flights are like idioms.
Join me, love, where I will walk!
Written: 05/14/2023
Ae Freislighe poetry form
Categories:
goshawk, nature,
Form: Other
During sunset reigns small blooms of blue
lovely is the enchanting azure bell flower
their tentacle roots grasp for evening dew
brightest in the midst of the golden hour
peepers sing during the long trail home.
I wish none were too old for a nature walk.
as green grasses will soon wither and die
the moon begins rising to a soaring goshawk
breezes touch the petals quivering and shy
We spend days content in the warmer times
watching lightning bugs dancing like stars
far away we hear the lovely wind chimes
a pair of Mourning Doves call from a tree
while a small Red Fox listens rather intently:
free.
Categories:
goshawk, animal, bird, blue, nature,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
swooping down on prey
the goshawk grips a bunny
split-second timing
Date written: 10/25/2019
Categories:
goshawk, animal, bird, imagery, nature,
Form: Haiku
What energy conscious acolyte sucks a pickled grapefruit at midnight?
"Certainly not me" said the sparrow. "Nor me" said the goshawk.
Key turning stomach pumping missiles arrowhead forming stalactites. Interesting to note how a single bead of sweat talks to a fountain forehead in a spine spin.
And yet again to traverse a mattress at over fifty seconds an hour is to pass over the goo like passing bread and butter at a tea party.
Shrine shrinking shoreline.
In a cup of ladled milk with slices of sandy salmon to top with a crust.
X =Inconsequentially + Z
Categories:
goshawk, analogy, aubade, beauty,
Form: I do not know?
How beautiful the sounds, sights of nature
In the distance alarm call of a cuckoo,
beautiful sound of summer Tanager
Blackbirds hopping around getting in a stew,
Acrobatics of swallows, swifts, Martins,
Crows of the carrion, rooks, jackdaws, Raven
Cooing of turtle doves and wood pigeons,
Chittering robin, eyes closed what heaven,
Finches so sweet, green, bull, haw, gold and more
Speedy blue, great, coal, willow and marsh ****,
nature is such a pleasure never a chore ,
Seeing these wonderful birds thrills two bits
Serenity while watching our game bird
Pheasant, partridge, grouse, geese and mallard duck
Graceful swans glide, sights and sounds must be heard
Wading birds sifting for food through silt and muck,
birds of prey, kestrel, sparrow hawk, Peregrine
Eagles, buzzards, goshawk, ospreys skilful hunters
Larks hovering, lap wings, owls, magpies so pristine,
Sea birds, waders, hunters, lovely colours,
These moments of relaxation, undisturbed
listening, watching our beautiful wild birds.
Categories:
goshawk, appreciation, bird, nature, sound,
Form: Rhyme
In the Druid tradition an inspired Bard was said to possess "bird's knowledge." Druid shamans would dress in cloaks of bird feathers to perform certain ceremonies, and divination would be practiced by observing the flight of birds. In trance, the Druid would enlist the aid of his bird spirit-ally to fly to other realms, or would transform himself into a bird on the inner planes to accomplish a certain task. Each type of bird represents different qualities, evokes different experiences, and has different gifts for the Druid: the eagle brings renewal, the wren humility, the swan grace, the raven initiation. The hawk, whether kite, harrier, merlin, goshawk, or sparrowhawk, can give nobility and stature, dignity and pride. I once heard that a Cherokee shaman had to turn into a hummingbird in order to find the lost tobacco seed, in their mythology, it was brought to them by the hummingbird.
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Categories:
goshawk, spiritual,
Form: Narrative