The Roots of Your Heart

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So he died with your poems in his hand and now your tears pour like a thunderstorm in springtime.  And yet isn’t this what life really is?  We find moments to touch each other in the most profound ways so that the other feels truly known and loved.  Your tears may flow like the river, yet every one of those drops will be absorbed into the roots of your heart and the love of his spirit will always be within you.

Sculpture by Debra Bernier

Myth and Magic

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There is magic and beauty after the first snowfall.  Snow clings to the trees while trillions of little crystals sparkle in the morning sun. A field of thistles captures snow in perfect little spheres like a field of cotton. And at any moment a white stag or a faun may come bounding through the forest, its myth and magic enchanting only those that believe.

Photography and thoughts by The Bison in the Woods (c) 2016

Deeper into the Forest

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Do you think that I don’t see and feel your presence, even at a distance?  The water between us will not save you.  I knew your thoughts and desires before you even arrived.  Draw nearer to me and I will take you deeper into the forest, with nothing but the beasts of the woods, the full moon and the stars, and I will personally show you the true meaning of the solstice.

Words and photography by The Bison in the Woods (c) 2016

Encounter with an Owl

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I had an encounter with an owl. I looked up and was surprised to see a large barred owl sitting on a lower branch not more than 20 feet ahead of me. Its eyes were closed, so I froze, hoping not to scare it.

Suddenly, it turned its head and opened one eye to look at me. We stared at each other for about three minutes. Then, without the slightest sound, she took off, her enormous wings flying directly over me.

Photography and thoughts by The Bison in the Woods (c) 2016

The Queen and The Stag

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Some say
That I am a myth
Or the spirit of ancestors
Appearing

But I could hear
The whispers of your mind
From the other world
Calling

You fell into
This magical forest
And chased me through the firs
Playing

And I waited
So that I could turn to you
My dark eyes a mirror
Reflecting

But all you wanted
Was a path to the lantern
And passage home
Fleeing

You are gone
Perhaps you were the illusion
But I still hear your heart
Weeping

Poetry by The Bison in the Woods

My Snow Queen

My snow queen
I heard your whispers
In the icy winds
Of a cold starry night
And as I ventured
In the deep snow to find you
A covey of partridges
Scattered from a thicket
A horned owl
Cocked his head
And a black raven cawed
Already knowing
Our tragedy
But as I approached
You cried
One single tear
Of red blood
Said no
Then
Vanished

Picture from DeviantArt

The Wings of Icarus

If I had the wings of Icarus,
I would fly fearlessly
over the highest mountains,
the broadest prairies
and the deepest oceans
’til every breath consumed
and even my life
nearly depleted
to be with you…

The Lamentation of Icarus, by Herbert Draper c. 1898