Desire

Throughout the night and early in the morning the woods are the domain of nature, a quiet sacred place.  Walking in the woods beside Loweswater brought these thoughts to mind.

The golden pheasant struts,

      Pecking the air impatiently

While nearby the bark of the dog fox echoes

Through the shadowed copse

      Freezing all movement,

Arresting breath.

High above the silhouette of

Treetops, the wise moon

Looks down

And the stillness listens,

 And the searching breeze listens,

  And the broken heart listens,

Searching, searching for the

Lost love hiding in the undergrowth

      Wrapped in frosted air.

Ah! Elusive love

      Cries the dog fox,

Where do you hide?
Come, come and join me,

      Walk by my side.