Across the shambled ruins
Of empire,
The wild winds
Of innocence,
Shift the sands
Of bitter bones
And the fragments
Of forgotten footprints.
There by the wave
Of the waters of the great
Sea, the barn owl,
Who, of yore,
Invoked
The falling
Stars, flits in moth-dreamed
Elegance
From cliff to cave
In the silvered night
Where the stands
Of singing pines
Await
The bright
Rising
Of the moon, whose cowl
Of fire
Gleamed
In the time before
Time,
From the mist-cloaked
Hill of haunting
Stones.
© Sharon St Joan 2013, written around 2001
Photo: © Robert King | Dreamstime.
I am just getting my barn owl box installed! Can’t wait!!!
The poem and photo are perfection~
Best wishes for happy barn owl residents!
Very sweet, thanks
Thank you!
And again.
On Sun, Mar 10, 2013 at 1:07 AM, Voices and Visions wrote:
> ** > sharonstjoan posted: ” Across the shambled ruins Of empire, The wild > winds Of innocence, Shift the sands Of bitter bones And the fragments Of > forgotten footprints. There by the wave Of the waters of the great Sea, the > barn owl, Who,”