I WISH I COULD LIVE LIKE A FOX THROUGH THE WINTER
“I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.”
― Patricia A. McKillip, Winter Rose
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxGE65pn2vg
THE VOICE – CELTIC WOMAN
Tip-toeing quietly a few steps at a time
I stop and turn slowly; attune my ears
listening for the sounds of movement
as nature's music rises and falls and then I hear
the gentleness of rustling undergrowth and leaves
the long grass parts and there he is
as I walk past the rustic cottage
the rust-colour of his countenance appears
he wends his way freely and easily through the fence
turns every now and then to listen
joined now by his counterpart; a vixen
the two of them look towards me; my forehead glistens
I click a picture; a few frames; I hold my breath
they stop and start and see right to me
my hiding place; my wide-eyed face
I am just as much to them a mystery
they do not appear to be unsettled
just curious and stare in wonder
then hurry through the field and fence
who knows where or what they may plunder
I stand for awhile until I grow too cold
and wander slowly in the opposite direction
in my pocket I squeeze the hand warmer my friend gave me
look down into the pond and see my own reflection
overhead I hear the birds who come to roost
as the sun begins to set and the Wolf Moon rises
the light is perfect; the Moon so pale; the Sun so vivid
opposites attract and I am caught
between two worlds full of surprises
I see another fox much larger than either of those two
he is older and more wary; he has learned the ways of men
so his steps are bolder; stronger as he hurries
he does not even glance my way and then
as quickly as he arrived he's gone
I see him in the distance where
the railway track cuts across the field
he is a hunter; a warrior who has seen many battles
his steps are filled with purpose; he will not yield
I do not worry for him; he is strong and he is wise
it's how we all should evolve throughout our lives
“What doesn't kill us makes us stronger”
that old adage springs to mind
it's true; I know from my own experiences
I too know what to do so I survive
and yet I have a gentleness; a softness to my nature too
and wonder if that wily fox may have the same
perhaps he wears his braveness like a badge of honour
I like to think … “A rose by any other name … “
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
Wish you a lovely weekend, my dear friends <3
I WISH I COULD LIVE LIKE A FOX THROUGH THE WINTER
“I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.”
― Patricia A. McKillip, Winter Rose
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxGE65pn2vg
THE VOICE – CELTIC WOMAN
Tip-toeing quietly a few steps at a time
I stop and turn slowly; attune my ears
listening for the sounds of movement
as nature's music rises and falls and then I hear
the gentleness of rustling undergrowth and leaves
the long grass parts and there he is
as I walk past the rustic cottage
the rust-colour of his countenance appears
he wends his way freely and easily through the fence
turns every now and then to listen
joined now by his counterpart; a vixen
the two of them look towards me; my forehead glistens
I click a picture; a few frames; I hold my breath
they stop and start and see right to me
my hiding place; my wide-eyed face
I am just as much to them a mystery
they do not appear to be unsettled
just curious and stare in wonder
then hurry through the field and fence
who knows where or what they may plunder
I stand for awhile until I grow too cold
and wander slowly in the opposite direction
in my pocket I squeeze the hand warmer my friend gave me
look down into the pond and see my own reflection
overhead I hear the birds who come to roost
as the sun begins to set and the Wolf Moon rises
the light is perfect; the Moon so pale; the Sun so vivid
opposites attract and I am caught
between two worlds full of surprises
I see another fox much larger than either of those two
he is older and more wary; he has learned the ways of men
so his steps are bolder; stronger as he hurries
he does not even glance my way and then
as quickly as he arrived he's gone
I see him in the distance where
the railway track cuts across the field
he is a hunter; a warrior who has seen many battles
his steps are filled with purpose; he will not yield
I do not worry for him; he is strong and he is wise
it's how we all should evolve throughout our lives
“What doesn't kill us makes us stronger”
that old adage springs to mind
it's true; I know from my own experiences
I too know what to do so I survive
and yet I have a gentleness; a softness to my nature too
and wonder if that wily fox may have the same
perhaps he wears his braveness like a badge of honour
I like to think … “A rose by any other name … “
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
Wish you a lovely weekend, my dear friends <3