Kingdom Of The Owl

curled into the trunk
of an old woman tree,
listening to the owl,
and sleeping in the shade.
arms outstretched,
as if touching the sky,
roots deep in the earth,
swaying with the wind.
bark to bark,
he and she intertwine...
till only one remains.
seasons put down and lost
in the steady and sure,
waiting on moonlight and darkness
in the kingdom of the owl!

by Eric Cockrell

Comments (12)

I am quite capable of reading them without a bad reading.
Indeed love is not all, but one of the beautiful sides of life.
For my Great Love, Big G
Indeed, the basic needs of human being - food, shelter, clothing... all come before love. An insightful poem elegantly brought forth with conviction.
Great write, this is fantastic. Nicely written great sage
See More