Winter Wings: Two Poems about Birds

Many a little eye

See the shadow in the sky

And are happy to see

It passing by

But the unseen eye

Sees it come around

And stays hidden

On the ground

 



 

 

A little bird sits gratefully in a tree

Remembering the shelter that used to be

The food that it provided has gone away

Nothing here to eat today

But the tree feels the birds energy

And remembers what it can be

If the little bird can make it through

Once again it will see the tree anew



Predators Along the River

This cat is obviously a house cat, but you can see it loves coming
down to the river to hunt.  But I think
 it is a little too fat, the sparrows easily got away.

Today is a holiday in Japan, but coming so soon after the New Year I didn't have a specific plan to do something. So as I often do on such occasions, I grabbed my camera and headed for the river to hunt down some images.

In the winter flocks of these white birds (I think they are teal) come up river to Kyoto.

The river is both beautiful and relaxing. But as any natural place is, it is murderous and bloody too. There are many predators along the riverbank.

Of the birds in Kyoto, the kites are top of the food chain.  While I was taking these pictures, I had ten circling above me, I must say it was a little intimidating.

But that is part of nature and it is balanced. But the predatory actions of humanity are out of balance.  If we cannot preserve the beauty of this world, we will be lost.  For me, the most important thing about being a Wiccan is treating nature with care and understanding that humanity is part of nature, not above it.

 

 

Magickal Snow Poems

 

 We have been lucky over the last few days, to have had two snow falls. Snow seems very magickal here in Kyoto, it can be fairly heavy and deep, but melts away in a few hours. But while it is here it is so beautiful. The first image was caught on the evening of New Years Day. But the other two were caught between 5.30am and 6.30am on the 3rd of January.  I have tried to write two poems for this magickal snow.

 



The Queen of Winter wears white

Not the pinks and vibrant greens of spring

Not the yellows or mature oranges of summer

Or the reds and wise browns of Autumn

But within the white is the prophecy of all those colours to come

 



花がない

葉っぱ亡くなったね

雪に咲く

 

Hana ga nai

Happa nakunatta ne

Yuki ni saku

 

There are no flowers

The leaves have died

The snow blooms