Summer Lights

Summer Lights

 

I love summer morning light.

the sun’s first glance at day;

the dew glistening on grass;

a gentle breeze

carrying the slight scent

of lavender and sage,

all greet me

as I drink my morning brew.

 

This morning though,

there was chaos at the bird feeder

as a Hawk swooped down,

capturing a rabbit,

then flew away;

the rabbit’s cries, heard

but faded away

as life’s cycle

turned another page.

 

It made me wonder,

does the Hawk thank the rabbit

for its sacrifice

in feeding its young?

Does the Hawk face the four directions

and keep the rabbit’s spirit within?

Is this how the Hawk gains strength

And knowledge of the rabbit’s ways?

 

Long ago,

when humans were young,

we practiced this ritual,

held fast to an understanding

our connection with all things.

Over many eons,

we learned to speak Nature’s tongue

and talked with the Elk,

Deer, Rabbit, Bear and Wolf

Hawk and Dove;

thanked them

for showing us how to be human.

For tens of thousands of summers

turning to winters,

we lived as such.

Our existence defined

mostly by sharing

rather than ownership.

 

Today,

we have many things,

but at what cost?

We have lost our humanity,

our knowledge of how to speak to

Nature and all living things.

We live in the

‘home of the slave’

‘the land of the greed’

backed up by

weapons of mass destruction

wars of aggression and conquest.

Their power over us

comes out the barrel of a gun,

and tradition’s chains.

 

The Hawk has returned,

now sitting on the old Oak

down by Willow Creek;

looking in my direction,

she nods,

then flies away,

as dark grey and black

storm clouds

approach from the west.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.3.19

Author's Note

....thanks for reading....

Reviews

[Relic]

What an ending. I see your point being I've had similar thoughts. The world is in chaos and turmoil. War is always looming like those storm clouds. A friend of mine once said, "the sixties were a perfect time to live." I had to remind him of assassinations and children practicing their 'hide beneath the desk' exercise for possible nuclear war.

The world has always been unstable. Even mother nature has had her share of meteor explosions, earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes...you get the idea.

Poets see peace, leaders see war, power and money. Your poem is deep and makes one think. Man has taken advantage of earth and nature. One day, it may seek revenge. Let's hope not.

Great poem.

[Sami Khalil]

A poem with natural and spiritual truths. You are so right. We were created to worship, to be custodians, to share and live in harmony with ourselves and others. We lost the mission, the touch and the purpose. You voice is heard beyond the wilderness.

[Patricia Wedel]

The rising of the sun... the light scent of lavender and sage...
like a candle burning... throughout the day... we pray. Amen...
as ever, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Curt... this is a sad but beautiful poem about
how we have lost our humanity. We try to rediscover many things,
but greed has taken over. We cannot build our homes without
being wealthy... we cannot grow our food or hunt our food
without the proper license. But still... there is always hope
around the corner. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is like a fable of reality....there is no sharing now...only domination, taking...taking...
storms...and we are caught up in them...
and the Hawk that resides now in our skies...has no remorse and no gratitude...just gluttony.
j.