Birch trees standing On bended lean As if gently bowing At her majestic queen Water frozen Trapped in time Wavering fields Unstable to climb Dried leaves dance On top of the snow Soon to be part Of what new will grow The light bounces Of the ground Upon glistening snowfall Untouched and unfound The eagle soars On circular course He snatches his prey Without remorse The wind is serene Yet murmurs the call Of the high perched raven’s Piercing squall As I watch them They study me It’s an mysterious trust To some degree I sit quietly And listen with my soul And completely let my spirit Take control I fly with them Above the mist Forever bonded As we co-exist
Beautiful poetry. I can see the scene and am whisked away. There are a couple of lines I want to inquire about: Did you mean "Off" or "Of" in this line? Of the ground. I just want to be sure. I can see both working. The second line: It’s an mysterious trust - I think you meant It's a mysterious trust? I hope these questions are helpful.
man oh man! you mention so many of my favored things in nature .. leaves, the birch tree, my wonderful eagle friend, the raven (strong omen) and the scene and state of no-mind your poem puts me in is exquisite .. i have to really stretch myself to make rhyme that is not trite but you have seemed to do it effortlessly with this one .. again so nice to meet you John .. i believe i will try and follow your stuff :)
E.