Author: Wolf Moon Dawn

This is the end, my only…

One of my favorite Doors songs of all times.  The genius lyrics smolder with layers of profound meaning as I somehow relate this song with my own personal reflections of 2020.  I removed the word “friend” in my title.  I would not use that word hand in hand with this undying year, but in a backwards sort of otherwordly sense, it was like a “friend”, a companion of sorts that pushed me to my farthest limits, like a vampire inhaling that last bit of flesh but still standing by watching as I change into a new life.  That is what 2020 means to me.  A major awakening.  A change, unwelcoming and welcoming at the same time.  Lightening speed daily reflections were needed to process all the bad and the good that poured into every phase of every month.  Exhaustion. Fear. Pain.  Delete.  Refresh.  Hope. Love. Grateful. Ready. Transform.  The words that followed me up to today, and with the last word, Transform, standing by, momentously reporting to duty, on guard and ready to catapult me to my unacquainted friend. Goodbye old friend.  Hello new friend.  This is the end, my only friend…

Another year ends, a new year begins. It’s 2019.

Oh, how time flies.  We all seem to say this as the long-winded chapter closes leaving a somewhat unsettling feeling of a so-so story with an ending of unfulfillment.  We all tend to reflect on what should have happened and struggle with regrets on those many, many unfinished burdens while longing for that moment of pure quenched content.  I am not depressed.  I am not regrettful.  Well, maybe a little, but as the one year ends and the new moves in, I force myself to shut off the negative and remember the good.  Life doesn’t run in a perfectly straight line.  There will always be twists and curves to throw you out of range and make you start again.  As I sit and work on my yearly calendar, marking birthdays and other important dates and events, I smile as I realize how truly lucky I am to look out this window and know that I am here to watch this graceful fox prancing by without any care of what year it is and the dreaded what ifs.  The screen on my window has made the picture unclear, but that’s okay. Just like life – both unclear and always a challenge.  We know this and we need to embrace this.  The imperfections in life are what make it perfect. I look to this fox as truly a breathtaking being while overlooking his matted wet paws with uneven orange tones. I only see his pure beauty as he gracefully moves on to his next challenge with a keen awareness of the unpredictable life that awaits ahead as the next chapter unfolds under his unhurried footsteps.

Footprints in the Snow

As I gaze out to this fresh blanket of white

I wonder who created these footprints last night.

Could it be a raccoon scurrying by?

Or that lonely opossum wondering why.

Maybe the coyote who visited last year,

Or could it be a deer, or perhaps even a bear!

Oh, silly me, those feet are so small,

And they visit me often awaiting my call.

‘I see you’ I say on this frosty winter morning.

Sneaking close by me without any warning.

‘Breakfast time’ I holler as she comes on the sly,

Cautiously approaching but no longer shy.

Indebted and grateful for this daily feast,

Hastily munching and crunching, to say the least.

Morsels and warm milk on the menu today

Oh, how I love you, please won’t you stay?

Belly now full with a glorified sway,

Your lovely purr truly made my day.

To some, you are just a feral, but you are so much more to me

See you same time tomorrow, now go off and be free.

Winter Marches On…

Well, today is January 8th and the bitter, arctic chill has finally subsided.  The dreadful, cold snap seemed unending as the negative temperatures made themselves at home for weeks, just like a guest who has overstayed their welcome.  The wicked cold snap has finally said goodbye! I have been hibernating with endless amounts of cabin fever as the glazing snow tempted me continuously to come on out and stay awhile.  However, as soon as the whistling gust smacks my cheek and imprints a ruby glow on my pasty skin, I turn back around swiftly to my safe haven of warmth and comfort. Today, was my day to venture out and gaze as the sweating ice begins to subside, along with the grandiose sn0w hills collapsing as if to say I am weary.  Ahhh, what a wondrous feeling to once again experience fresh brisk air and breathe in the welcoming chill of winter.  I know Jack Frost will be arriving again soon, but in this moment, I will continue to behold this second as winter marches on.

The Healing Power of Nature

When life promises you another unforeseen challenge

and you feel overwhelmed with unfamiliar fear,

Turn to nature in these moments,

to comfort and clear the restless air.

Whether it is a brief stride on a forest’s trail,

A long gaze at the ever-growing snow drifts,

A sniff of the freshly cut grass,

Or a soothing melody of a robin’s morning call.

Let nature assure you, whispering to your senses

That everything will be okay, and tranquility will soon overcome.

The Parting Song of Autumn

The chill in the air leaves me breathless as I tag along.

To listen to the gentle reminders of autumn’s parting song.

The squirrel is chuckling happily hoarding his hefty stash.

As the cardinal dances softly on the branch of a crimson ash.

Every tree tells a story of their beauty fading as the leaves fall below.

While the rippling creek whispers a soft harmony to flow.

The endless lullaby of fall enchants all who overhear.

Until next year I wait, for a new melody to endear.

 

The Autumn Leaf

There is nothing more relaxing than gazing at an amber-glazed leaf drifting ever so slowly from a fading maple tree.  I don’t mean the usual manic droves of rustling leaves that recklessly whiz by as the wind whisks them in a messy swirl.  I mean the peaceful dawdling, unhurried leaf, brimming with untouched dewdrops in this breezeless, tranquil, crisp break of day.

Everything appears motionless, serene, and harmonious this morning.  This soothing moment sets the scene for a perfect autumn day, moving ever so slowly, keeping winter pushed aside for just one more day.