May 13, 2008

Poetry, Song Of The Forest

Angel-Dance of the Forest
by Linda Meikle

I woke this morning before morning light
My head was filled with dreams of fright
As often happens during the night.
But we’re on vacation and what a delight
To walk the trails; to see all the sights.

The inviting forest path beckons “Come”
With its cooling breeze and soft gentle hum.
“Enjoy the glorious daybreak anthem
Listen to the beat of a different drum!”

A touch of chill when I stand real still
The scent of ozone as I climb a hill.
The early birdcalls loud and shrill
Remind me that nature is free goodwill.

The morning sun has yet begun
To reach the treetops high
It climbs through the morning hue
And turns the sky from pink to blue.

The Angel-Dance makes the forest ring
Sit quietly now and you’ll hear it sing!

The Angel-Dance makes the forest ring
Sit quietly now and you’ll hear it sing!

Long fingers of light erase the night
Touching the forest bed to awaken life
In need of sun and rain and guiding wind.
The life within begins to spin.

Grand sounds of nature seeking mates.
Nightlife finding daytime dens to sleep in late.
Only nature can translate the great debates
Of forest songs and birthing dates.

The rustle of a million leaves
Majestic bowing of the tallest trees
The sparkling glitter of winter’s death
Fall to earth in final rest.

The Angel-Dance makes the forest ring
Sit quietly now and you’ll hear it sing!

The Angel-Dance makes the forest ring
Sit quietly now and you’ll hear it sing!

Through forest paths dark and deep
Where angels often solace seek
To sit beside still waters running deep
The soul restored for those who weep.

The angel-dance makes the forest ring
With cadence to their maker King
Tall trees bow in graceful majesty
Sunlit leaves dancing pure and free
Whisperings of sweet humility.
The dance is our tranquility.

The alto-rich graceful harmony
Is always there you and me.
No matter how busy we can be
Take time to visit the singing trees

The angel-dance makes the forest ring.
Sit quietly now and you’ll hear it sing.
Sit quietly now and you’ll hear it sing.

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PS Jim said this is a 'masterpiece" but he chuckles that he's the one who hiked in the forest for 8 miles today and I wrote this at the kitchen table while he was gone. (I've been there, though!)

Care on the Journey,

~Linda

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2 comments:

The Cat's Meow said...

It is so great you and Jim are haveing a FUN vacation. The poem is beatiful, now you see why writers go to the woods to do thier best work.
Did you get Ringo's picture?
Take it easy, enjoy the birds and nature.
love

Katy said...

very sweet!

Katy