Birdwatching in the dark
is an art best practiced
with no yard light. Start
just after the colors are
gone from the horizon and
the leftover sheen of the day
lingers, waiting for the spark
of stars just dawning. Birds
are easier to locate at this
thoughtful time when the
beginning of dark quiets the
trees. Of course, you’ll want
to be near a barn. That’s the
place where the wild world
intermingles with those we
like to believe are domestic.
“Look up,” says the old white
gelding, and I do, seeing a
watermelon on a high wire.
“She has no neck,” I answer,
“it’s an owl,” as she turns to
show her horns. Then she lifts
away without a sound, taking the
ghost gelding with her, leaving
me standing on stardust and dirt.
Goosebumps…
Me, too…
Beautiful description of my favorite time of day. Just a few nights ago an owl swooped past my deck where I was sitting. Ghostly, silvery and without a sound. I felt blessed.
Amazing, aren’t they? Thanks, Dianne
Beautiful… thank you <3
Thanks, Geerteke
I’m with you Anna! Dawn and dusk are those sacred times when I’m privileged to witness what so many others never have a chance to see. I have noticed that the silence is filled with sounds when I concentrate and listen. There is a richness to what goes on in life that positively dwarfs my human status. I love it.
Sacred and precious. Seem so even more each day…
I’m with you Anna! Dawn and dusk are those sacred times when I’m privileged to witness what so many others never have a chance to see. I have noticed that the silence is filled with sounds when I concentrate and listen. There is a richness to what goes on in life that positively dwarfs my human status. I love it.
Sacred and precious. Seem so even more each day…
Beautiful poem – left me speechless in the best way possible 🙂 Can’t wait to read more from you soon!
Thanks, Tiff. No worries, I keep scribbling away…
Excellent! I look forward to reading more then! 🙂
Love it!
Love the world in hues of black and white.
Thank you for sharing <3
Thank you, Jane.
Love it!
Love the world in hues of black and white.
Thank you for sharing <3
Thank you, Jane.
“…this thoughtful time when the beginning of dark quiets the trees…” What beautiful and evocative poem.
This time of day/night is addictive… thanks, Tracey.
Absolutely gorgeous. You capture the thin time and place between night and day perfectly. Wow. Have you read His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman? The trilogy is a long meditation on what happens when the thin place goes threadbare and other worlds bleed into each other and people travel between them. It’s achingly beautiful as is this poem. I will be catching dawn when I walk the dogs in the not too distant future…
I LOVE that trilogy, Katie!
It is achingly beautiful. He’s got another one coming out this fall.
Thanks, Katie. I’ll put it on my list!
Welcome
wonderful! thank you!
You’re welcome, Kate.
wonderful! thank you!
You’re welcome, Kate.