Friday, January 21, 2011

Moonlit Loon


The cry of the Loon, ancient and wild,
both mad and wonderful, echoed across the frozen land.
The effect on me was relaxed and beguiled
and to seek nature itself in the wet sand.

Tracking it, I found my soul
hanging in the evergreen
close by the moonlit trail.

The evening and I were whole.
Never have I seen
a scene so pale
as that in moonlight under gentle winds
when the Loon's peace he sends
hauntingly, lovely, ancient and wild.

mindbringer, 21 January 2011