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Just a little rain

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Do you remember the rain that fell?

A cupful,

For the wren

And the caterpillar,

For the thirsty flower,

It rained then,

An angel heard,

The bullfrog sang his gruff

Song,

The trees looked up to the sky,

Their green sleeves unpinned.

Beyond the fence where the bull

Stood and the donkey brayed,

The sagebrush stood up tall,

As tall as he could,

While the clouds sang

A gentle word,

Whistling in the wind,

The wind that rang,

That came from an ancient, brittle

Wood –

Or didn’t you know?

From the lost pyramids of stone

Where did they go?

Those that still call under the white-sailing moon

Long

Buried with their ancient ghosts

Soon

Only the lone

Butterfly

Dances now in the mist-petalled rain that falls,

Far from the seacoasts (the fog a strange newcomer),

Beneath the bright-colored rainbow

That arcs across

The longest day of summer.

The rain was just a little,

Just enough.

© Copyright Sharon St Joan 2024

Animals and the earth, mistical nature poem, the natural world

Mother Owl

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barn owl perched on tree
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Singing stars, of galaxies long

Gone,

Or soon

To be – or still to become.

Mother Owl

Who watches over her offspring,

Hears the odd, rustling songs of the night,

She seeks deep notes to hum,

Calling all the angels into existence,

And will sing

The night along,

Having created encircled lands and islands,

Nights where the fierce howl

Of the wolf of electric fur,

Who would prowl

Along the diamond-enchanted snow,

Tiptoes

Under the sky,

Sent

To bring into being the waves that reach the far rocks

On the ice-riven

Sandbars;

The Owl gathers all the threads, the strands

Of day and night,

With which to build her

Holy nest,

All the stories ever told,

And all the rest,

All the arrows that light

The way.

Mother Owl,

Of ringed mists, dark and gray,

Queen of all, author of being,

Purveyor of the sunset and the arctic flight –

Where now fly the flocks

Of geese

That unfold

In the black sphere, white-winged,

Where the friends of the night still

Watch and remember?

Mother Owl, essence of meaning,

Bringer of peace,

When

Will you fly,

To re-imagine all the worlds that are to be again

In the cool spring of the twinkling brook

Within the mists of the moon,

Within the mountain of the mystic dawn

Of yesteryear?

After a wise look –

The clear-singing Owl,

Steps upon the branch half-bent,

Takes flight

Across the star-gowned

Night,

Through light rains blessed

And gladly given,

Drifting down.

© Copyright, Sharon St Joan, 2024

mistical nature poem

The mountains and the mist

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amazing waterfall with lush foliage on rocks
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The mountains and the mist

Stone - the house of spirit

Spirit without a house is like

A tortoise might be without a shell

Or a flower with no upholding stem

The sun without a companion moon

A dream without the awakening

The night absent the dawn

The indwelling spirit – gone

Like the man without a wit of sense

That strange, ill-tempered one

Who, with no permission

Built a world of plastic,

A desecration, bereft of magic

A digging up of the hallowed bones

Of the sacred

Gold-winged dragons

Bringing forth a brittle box –

Stolen from the earth’s crust

And the planet’s inmost soul

Leaving an empty pit

A blasphemy

A parody of being

An End

Hence, we must go back now

Soon

To the land of dawn-green forests

Where the horned lark may call forth her wisdom,

Where a pack of wolves sing

In the echoing dark

Where the Mediterranean plum

Trees greet the tall, talking rocks

With the pattern of the sunlit web of shadow,

The houses of spirit

Rise again in the mist

Where the waves honor the owl-bright night,

And fishes leap with keener sight

Under the fleet,

Billowing sails of the eternal moon -

The ship of all beginning.

© Copyright, Sharon St Joan, 2023