For the past year or so, I have been part of a creative writing group/class. We meet once a week, where everyone takes a turn reading their work, after which we can comment on the piece. Participants range in age from their 30s to the mid 90s! It makes for interesting stories and perspectives on life and the world we live in.
I had never really thought of myself as a writer/poet and I make no claim to fame, but what I write comes from my heart, my life journey, my love of nature. But most importantly, I’m having a blast putting my experiences and stories in writing.
This poem was written by me for one of the assignments. Enjoy!
The Calm After the Storm
Night is mute, untroubled
A great horned owl
Stealthily gliding through the darkness
Through shadowed trees, Wings navigating expertly
Silently searching unfamiliar territory.
Faint beams of moonlight
Peek out from behind the clouds,
In the rippling pond their reflections
Twinkle like tiny stars
Illuminating the water’s surface.
The air is calm, quiet, still.
A reddish dawn lights the horizon.
Slowly, the woodland awakens
The sun rises to the flutelike melody
Of a western meadowlark,
Perched on a lone fencepost.
Morning light accentuates, reveals
The forest’s night secrets.
And nature’s images in the vast canyon of time.
Reflecting, resonating, anticipating
The challenges of this journey called life.
Mindful and ready for each new day
The voyage through the vicissitudes of existence
Never knowing what next awaits the traveler:
Shadowed or enlightened territories.