sun is out
morning clouds
and somehow the day is begun,
on the horizon
a hawk glides
with the tip of the wing,
if you listen
you might hear its cry,
beautiful midsummer day,
peace finds its song
and another year
creeps along
When the leaves wither and the birds flock
I burrow to dream of warmer days
Numb by the cold if not the slumber
Time blurs in the woods of phantasy
Endless is the hiemal retreat
Running through dreams like rivers frozen
Inert until the sun gives us strength
Not even forever's forever
Greener times lasting all the longer
Golden sunlight pours through the leaves
coating everything in syruping light.
Blue sky hovers over as a bank of clouds rolls in.
This is not a scene for the dead of night
When the forest glows with the sunlight
and skittish birds flit from tree to tree.
The forest calls to all of us
from the heart to way down, deep.
The yellow forest sings in soft rustling
in a breeze that gently touches
the resplendent leaves
and the waving bull rushes
Brown trunks reach up
with green leaves that brush the sky
and one begins to ponder,
"Why did we cultivate cities? Why!"
Die Wölfe sind hinter uns her
Raubtierblick hat uns im Visier
Sie jagen nach dir, nach mir
Und sie wittern und sie lecken
gierig schon nach frischem Blut
deine Fährte bereits entdeckt
Also lauf bloß los von hier
Lauf! So schnell du kannst
So lange, so weit du kannst
Nur rasch fort, weg von dem Ort
an dem wir nicht bleiben können
Bleib wachsam, immer auf der Hut
Nein, wir können nicht ruhenSchnell, dort, den Hügel hinab
Doch gib stets obacht, denn
stolpern, stürzen wär fatal
Sie würden dich zerfleischen
Verschlingen dich ganz und gar
Als ob sie nur ein gutes Haar
an dir ließen, sind gnadenlosWie lange geht es noch gut
Weiter laufen, nach ...
Golden bright of evening
I watch the summer near
as frost on dewy mornings
fades, to disappear,
in wet and wild weather
and rainbows twice as full
I change my clothes to linen
and shear the winter wool
amid the flies and thistles
with shooting new-grown green
the same as any year before
the sweetest I have seen.
le ciel se replie
le saule suspend l’heure
l’eau médite encore
rien ne se sépare
la lumière se répand
entre deux instants
the sky folds inward
the willow suspends all time
water dreams in light
nothing divides now
light spills through the passing air
between two moments
i.
Morning light has thin walls,
across the pond, across the way;
the crane has come to greet the sun
where the dock meets the water.
ii.
Midday light has stubborn hope,
cornflower, clover, lace and goldenrod;
the kingfisher makes his singing home
where the treetops meet the big dipper.
iii.
Afternoon light has slow nostalgia,
mossy rocks, creaking trees;
the black snake finds a wayward fish
where the kelp kisses the nenuphar.
iv.
Evening light has grief and slumber,
scarlet sunsets, bleeding waves;
the loon surfaces to charm the moon
where the deeps are stained like molten glass.
v.
Pale light has gentle memory,
stasis and gloaming, screen doors;
the stars over indigo fathoms...
...the fading dream of petrichor
Not For the Spring One by Laurent-Auvel, literature
Literature
Not For the Spring One
the winter's fingers under my fur
spreading frost over my skin
painting complicated patterns
just where my heart touches ribs
a wolf lost in a frozen maze
a soul kissed by the cold marble lips
spring blooms on the horizon
the border guarded by shapeless bodies
colossi painted red
white fears blooming with blood
mishapen forms of guilt
crimson teeth buried in predator's throat
I was born for the night
but not for the spring one
At the Leading Edge of a New Growing Season by PatternSeeker86, literature
Literature
At the Leading Edge of a New Growing Season
Breezes piled brown leaves
Under and around a shrub
Shoots and moths emerge
Thin sheets on bare fields
Fog laps at the horizon
Sunbeams slice away
A quiet whimper
From a hole in an old tree
A young squirrel cries
Jonathan Middleton 2 1 2025