No silence like beauty in the alpine
Snowshoe edges slap in four four time
Below these banks, streams push boundaries
A pale sky promises more light tomorrow
This day is explored with slowed heartbeat
I surrender to forest tranquility
And you appear, Wisakedjak
Smoky gray ghost gliding on soft wings
To sing to me your whisper song
Lull me with your sweet corvid lullaby
Steal morning’s rations from my mitten grip🪶
calamity in the forest
when the owls alight in the high
shade of cedars to look
they are so unpopular with locals
who protest in every key relentlessly
maybe it’s the air of owl superiority
or the sleepy lidded glances of disdain
maybe it’s imagined owl oblivion—
new roses nod keeping graceful time
with soft summer wind
heads lowered in grave solidarity
there is a grand noise in the forest today
I can hear bird rage breaking through
even the cacophony of my thoughts
maybe i ought feel some gratitude
for the distraction🪶
You don’t have to fly
Knowledge holds the sight in you
Wings like silent peaks
Look up, you said
sky is changing
Causeway deserted
signal bird calls
This way,
higher.
Small birds
big faces
sat watching
hours passed
my stillness
increased
agitation flutter
passive standoff
who’s intruding who
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