The Snowy Owl

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Winter came with a vengeance.
Threatening the homeless
with subzero drops.
Killing fuel lines,
parking cars on snow drifted streets.
Colder and colder
and more bitter it became.
Slowing the progress,
hushing the busy.
And then in all this arctic freeze
I saw a soul through yellow eyes
A heart, beating in this cold
Sheltered by the pier
Gliding on the wind
and nestling in the drifts.

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16 comments on “The Snowy Owl

  1. I was just thinking about you, Linda, and then found the e-mail in my inbox. 🙂
    We’re in the middle of a snow storm here and it’s bitter cold. I haven’t seen the majestic owl yet but I hear him sometimes at night. “A soul through yellow eyes”: thank you for the warmth of your beautiful pictures and words.

  2. I was just listening to the radio and they were mentioning snow in your area! I hope everything will be ok. You have snowy owls at JFK, that I’ve heard of, and probably many more places. They’re all over the U.S., it’s called an irruption, which means they’re in places they’ve never been in before. It’s so exciting to see them!

  3. I just love the way this entire poem flows! In particular, the last five lines. I enjoy saying them again and again.

    It seems to me that you’re just as majestic as this beautiful owl. There are sometimes storms in our hearts. And yet, we breathe, we shake the snow from our wings and we sit there with our eyes open, our heart beating. Our love growing.

    Fly, bird, fly, I say. Winters come, winters go, but Love, the Love that we are, never ever dies.

  4. That is such a beautiful owl Linda and you’ve captured it so well. Great post hon. Love how you described it. 😀 *hugs*

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