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drawing the shades of autumn across a Northern hemisphere
they etch the song of winter then resounded it
loud; clear – to fields barren due to harvest; October rest sets in,
reflecting now the darkening sky-where blue June and
July’s sun had reign –
they call all who listen, beyond hearing with placid
ear; and the heart becomes the bearer of an ancient call against the wind —
to trace the night sky dancing for miles without rest; the breast
of valor beating rises to take in flight –
and the migrants of the distance
begin to haunt the night, the migration of the wings
begin to haunt
the night; In silence I listen – the wind takes its course, and I
welcome the rain that bathes my being, as virtue bathes the soul
of a sinner whose trial is heavy by summers sins without repent –
and the Northern lights reveal a season weeping for resolve, grace
of wing lifting to expose a holy sight, the force of wind
against my tears
healing in light– of nature
taken to rest,
taken to repose from the winter’s storm, beating within a mind. As visual Mozart
plays across a blacken sky, concealing crystal prisms
behind a of cloud of white, winged saints; they tip a bow to a guardian
without face nor name; and give prayer for plenty given
in the season of reprieve, give thanks
for all that is provided
under heaven’s earthy cause – now in
solace, in solitude , in this sound and sight- I set within
heart a season of my soul – a season cast in virtue
seeding for a harvest all its own, a migration
of reversal calling my lost self home,
a migration of the heart calling
the true heart home –
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2008
posted for One Shot Wednesday, Where Poets and Writers Meet —
this is a couple years old – but is a tribute to the snow geese that travel thousands of miles from Canada every year and winter in the refuges that surround the area where I live in Northern California….every year – we wait and are in awe of them —- bkm
soulintention said:
Comments Welcome —
breathenoah said:
This is overflowing… with everything good.
soulintention said:
thank you noah —
i am glad you enjoyed it — your comments are always appreciated –
barbara
maelinat said:
Deep and very quiet. One could hear those meditative pearls you strung brilliantly.
Thank you.
soulintention said:
mae-
you are kind in your words, much appreciated – thanks much for stopping by —
barbara
ebbtide said:
Soulfully crafted. Beautiful work.
soulintention said:
ebbtide,
thank you so much for your comments and encouragement — I really like this one and am much pleased that you did too.
thanks also for stopping by —
barbara
brian said:
it is a wonderful tribute…loving the stuff you are posting on this blog and the difference with your other…the rain and the virtue washing your soul…my fav part…nice one shot!
signed .............bkm said:
thank you Brian, this is one of my favourites – straight from the heart…. just started a part time job….so my mind was on that instead of getting anything new written… but this one came to the rescue….bkm
KB said:
This is a wonderful write. Love the pic too.
Mary said:
How wonderful it must be to witness such a sight. A beautiful poem.
Teresa said:
What a sincere beautiful poem. I really like this one. You never fail to impress.
Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2010/10/12/one-shot-wednesday-week-15/
jerry said:
the title alone underlined anticipation. My heart migrated a little today reading it. Beautiful.
rgfrazier said:
I really liked the subtext that shaded the migration layering the meanings on a physical and spiritual way. Loved these lines: in this sound and sight- I set within
heart a season of my soul – a season cast in virtue
seeding for a harvest all its own, a migration
of reversal calling my lost self home,
a migration of the heart calling
the true heart home –
dustus said:
“the true heart home” Your lines seem to search for that heartfelt feeling of home that is reached beautifully at the end. “Healing in the light of nature” Great idea of a symphonic sky and the images you evoke after that. An amazing One Shot!
anthonynorth said:
So deep, and haunting in its beauty.
ninotaziz said:
Dear bkm,
reflecting now the darkening sky-where blue June and
July’s sun had reign –
as virtue bathes the soul
of a sinner whose trial is heavy by summers sins without repent –
and the Northern lights reveal a season weeping for resolve
Where do these beautiful words come from…they make me weep.
Your blog looks different?
Loves ninotaziz
signed .............bkm said:
Thank You Ninotaziz for your beautiful words….winter has a way of reflection of what and who we really are….and that is where these words are born…in the reflection of our humanness…thank you again….bkm
ninotaziz said:
I hope my comment went through…your words made me weep.
ninotaziz
willow said:
Winged Mozart is just what they are! This piece is exquisite.
SuziCate said:
A huge WOW to this…absolutely incredible, really moved me!
Eric said:
Your poem’s geese are so noble – I especially liked the line about ‘the breast of valor beating’ – Nice One Shot!
Carrie Burtt said:
Bkm this is breathtakingly peaceful…i just love the title! Your poetry is always full of so much depth and beauty…:-)
betweenhearts75 said:
Incredible emotional journey, the depiction “flies” far beyond “geese”, your work is truly stunning! ~April
Sherry Blue Sky said:
This is a very beautiful poem, I think perhaps my favorite of yours so far. I love the image of the snow geese overhead, making such a long journey – “the heart becomes the bearer of an ancient call against the wind” – the title Winged Mozart is inspired, and perfect. A poem of depth and beauty. I love it.
Steve Isaak said:
There are some great lines in this. Effective, nature-centric stuff.
SenderUpWords said:
This is a stunning write, and you know, I don’t say that very often. There are too many great lines to put here. Nice One Shot. Love and Light, Sender