Saturday, December 4, 2010

Crystal thin winter air,
Swirls in the ink of long nights.
The house sleeps, sounds slipping to slumber.
Soft snores, sheets ruffle, someone stirs, now still.

I wait for this time of solitude in the waning year.
Sitting in ashen anticipation.
Hoping to hear, in the frigid air that amplifies everything,
A sound that thrills and awes me.

Beginning to nod, the hour grows late.
No reason, it seems, to continue the vigil.
Not tonight does the air articulate.
I clip the lamp and sit a moment more.

Crystal thin the winter night deepens.
The dark is so complete, It wraps me in its arms,
My patience rewarded.
Off in the distance, the eerie symphony unfolds.

Hooo, hoo, hooo, hoo.
The owls have returned.
Singing their courting songs.
One to another, whispering, "I am here."

And, I am here.
Truly blessed.
To be alive one more year,
To hear them.

Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka She Who Loves Owls
photo courtesy of T. Beth Kinsey from the Internet


Cinner said...

Holly this is beautiful, I so truly miss your writings, so loved this. I hope you have been well and are ready for the holiday season. hugs.

Eva Gallant said...

What a lovely poem! Excellent.

joyce said...

"Crystal thin air" perfect is that? Great poem Holly! I've missed stopping by for your life lessons, but you know, every time I see a scottie of any kind, I think of you!

Big Pissy said...

Ahhhhh....lovely, lovely poem!!!

Thank you!

Joanna Jenkins said...

Beautiful, just beautiful Holly. You really are a very talented writer

Are you all ready for the holidays? Hope all is well,

xo jj

spottedwolf said...

cool poetry Holly ! and what a lovely picture.

Owls make the most 'haunting' melodies to one who lays awake in a camp late at night.

Life with Kaishon said...

I love this blog. Absolutely beautiful. Such great stories you share. Thank you.

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