Chilled Earth

With the creaking of dead wood,
the forest speaks harsh tones
while wild winds BLOW;
making whistling, whistling,
whistling screechy whispers;
shifting shadows in the trees.
Then it slowly stalks its prey…

Crunch, crunch, crunch
goes each solitary steady step,
into drifts of freshly fallen
flakes all unique, yet mound
and towered high stately piles
which obscure, ruin my view
drifts of snow in frozen earth.
Its growl invades the earth…

Stiff, so stiff the landscape 
of glistening white swallowed
whole in blustery weather waiting, 
waiting for noonday sun to raise
digits of zero or above; crippled
fingers rest in empty birds nest.
It wildly shakes its mane…

It’s in other things I find my rest,
where warmth fills frigid places.
There the sun streams soundly
in delicate, frosty window pane;
and filters across the written Word 
which thaws the cold,cold heart.
It is He who brings about new earth!

P. Wolf, poet & author of Jemi’s Noble Quest

“ Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth passed away, and there is no longer any sea.”

Revelations 21:1
Poetry response to earthweal weekly challenge: Already Dead

Give Me Daffodils

Photo by David Jakab on Pexels.com

As scented roses make center stage,
daffodils cry out from deep under
frosty layers of white wintry snow!
It is the middle of February and
each hour sings of love unfolds.

Chick-a-Dees crowd filled dangling
feeders and are welcoming with song;
my south window smudged with
grandkid’s sweet sticky finger prints
become a splendid blessing to the day.

Bleak is the land lingering before me,
empty are the jagged limbs of trees
once filled with delights of life;
where lush emerald leaves fluttered
with filled nests of speckled blue eggs.

Now, the very last meal of the day
makes haste as the early sun sets
against a dull, dreary wintry sky;
yet grandkids dressed in polar suits
climb atop high mounds of icy snow.

Stay the night my dear little loves,
for spring is near and arms ache
to carried bouquets of fresh daffodils;
waiting for children’s cheery laughter
to float on mild breezes; to trees dressed

in all of spring’s lush glory!
For now I’ll warm chubby hands,
stir their hot creamy chocolate, chat
about their wonderful winter play of
forts and caves built atop the daffodils.

Not arrows from Cupid’s heart,
but something a great deal more
are my tender off-spring. Benefits
from the winter season of my life;
their visits a scent of lingering joy!

P. Wolf, poet & author of Jemi’s Noble Quest

“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,

The fruit of the womb is a reward.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,

So are the children of one’s youth.”

Psalms 127:3-4

The Lion

What Lion’s mane can shake the earth
or fill the air with an enormity of fear?

Whose roar ricochet past barren plain
and circles slowly back to all the earth?

When is man just a man while beast
or brawn buries burdened paws in dirt?

Where is the One, King of Kings, who rules
and He is Maker of both man and beast?

He sits upon His white throne and feeds
the mighty lion and the humble lamb!

You make darkness, and it is night, In which all the beasts of the forest creep about. The young lions roar after their prey, And seek their food from God.”

Psalms 104:20-21
Writing poetry at: earthweal weekly challenge: White Lions

February’s Thaw

Soften snow swelters
beneath my snow shoed feet,
as sun glistens then stirs 
each brisk February season.

It’s a time of sharing hearts,
of throwing kisses in the wind,
as length of days chatter
my drowsy woodland awakens.

Icicles drip, drip, drip rhythmic
tapping upon snow, echoes the
woodpecker a symphony of sounds
down lazy land, pastoral paths.

I still my stride in hopes of more
a robin, a bumblebee, a violet;
but only red tailed fox sneaks
across my winter wonderland.

It is said, February thaw melts a
frozen heart which beats for spring;
perhaps, the earth itself groans
then chills for a bit longer

all waiting in “time out” thinking
about its care endowed to each;
hearts blown in by spring breezes
grateful to gather thawed crocus.

Poem inspired by: https://earthweal.com/2021/02/01/seasonal-changes-1-imbolc/

Then God said, “Let there be lights in the firmament of the heavens to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs and seasons, and for days and years;

Genesis 1:14

Beasts in Jemi’s World

From the book “Jemi’s Noble Quest

Similar to the cliffs of Dor

“The fog hugged the earth as morning vapor intensified the salty air. Jemi breathed in the scent. She could not move as she took in the moment”

Jemi’s Noble Quest

In the first chapter of “ Jemi’s Noble Quest”, her adventurous spirit is revealed in activities of her daily life.

She looked across The Great Sea searching the horizon for Leviathan, a monstrous beast with terrible teeth, scales tightly sealed, sparks of fire shooting forth from his mouth and neck of immense strength.

Jemi’s Noble Quest

Description from the Bible is clear on this creature. It was very much like what we know as a dragon. However, it’s habitat was the sea.

The powerful hips of Behemoth and his bulky tail, like a vast cedar, brought mystery to her somewhat dull life in Dor. These creatures were seldom talked about in her little fishing village; for the people had forgotten the legends of these immense creatures.

Jemi’s Noble Quest

Some believe Behemoth was a type of elephant and ours believe it was a hippopotamus. More than likely, it was a beast like none we’ve ever known.

“Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook, or snare his tongue with a line which you lower?” Job 41:1

Call of the Bee

Call me to lie down in fragrance.”

D. Margoshes

Echoing past each drop
upon my rusty, tin roof
the scent of spring rain;

quiet honey bee,
no longer hears the sound
buried in the dirt;

as wild roses bloom
their fragile petals fall;
on the soggy earth.

P. Wolf, poet & author of Jemi’s Noble Quest; available on Amazon

Last year, 40% of honeybee colonies in the US died.

Bee hives cannot sustain themselves without worker bees and would eventually die. This combination of events resulting in the loss of a bee colony has been called Colony Collapse Disorder.

EPA.gov

Scientists point to several causes behind the problem, including global warming, habitat loss, parasites and a class of beekilling insecticides known as neonicotinoids (or neonics)

Environmental.org

Worker Bees: these are all female and their roles are to forage for food (pollen and nectar from flowers), build and protect the hive, clean and circulate air by beating their wings. Workers are the only bees most people ever see flying around outside the hive.

Natgeokids.com
Written for… https://dversepoets.com/2021/01/26/poetics-beginning-at-the-end/

Kettles Call

Small Kettle at Ground Level

Dug deep down in time,
against a perfect sky
layers of life are laced
among my cattail reeds.

It’s there the beams
of sun pool stagnant 
in time, truth and tales;
as stretched years unfold.

Chick-a-dees crowd,
sandhill cranes gather,
spring peepers cumulate,
emerald dragonflies glide

and above towering pine’s see
glimpse of grey tail feather;
a sudden movement, swoops,
opens wings, dives for dinner.

Finally, the seasonal muskrat
beckons his kettled home;
among the broken reeds
rooted deep in folds of time.

P. Wolf, poet & author of “Jemi’s Noble Quest” available on Amazon

Kettle Moraine is a large moraine in the state of Wisconsin, United States. It stretches from Walworth County in the south to Kewaunee County in the north

Wikipedia of Wisconsin
Wisconsin Kettle Moraine

Kettles are depressions left behind after partially-buried ice blocks melt. Many are filled with water, and are then called “kettle lakes”. … Kettle lake basins were formed as the glaciers receded. While this was happening, a block of ice broke off the glacier, and just sat there.

Michigan State University
Looking Down into a Kettle

A moraine is material left behind by a moving glacier. This material is usually soil and rock.

National Geographic
My Nature Poem for earthweal weekly challenge: Deep Time

Jemi’s Home In Dor

Images of Life in Dor from the book Jemi’s Noble Quest

Finally, the last meal of the day would be served. Fathers and sons all over the village would make plans for the next day. They would check fishing tools, mend nets and talk of the largest catch of the day. Here is where Jemi felt sadness for her father because he had no sons to help with the labor or to talk with him regarding men’s affairs.

Jemi’s Noble Quest

Houses in Dor during this time we’re very much like the diagram above. Extra living space was available on the flat roof. The family had no animals, since Jemi’s father was a fisherman.

Once everyone was at the table, Jemi’s father gave the blessing for the food. “ God of our Father Abraham and Job, we ask Your blessings upon this meal. We ask for strength for another day and wisdom for the next.”

Jemi’s Noble Quest

The table in this photo is not what I envisioned as I wrote Jemi’s Noble Quest. It would have been high enough for a wooden chair and benches to fit under it. It was the conversation place where decisions were made. More importantly, where things of God we’re taught. The simplicity of the room does capture the time period of Dor during the Intertestamental Period. This was when God was silent to His people. It is often referred to as, “the four hundred silent years”.

The wind caught her crimson shawl dropping it to the dusty ground while water sprinkled from the jar she carried atop her head.

Jemi’s Noble Quest

Jemi’s shawl was made of the finest wool unlike the fiber above. It was hand dyed by her deceased mother whose artistic ability was well known on the streets of Dor.

Jemi walked toward the outdoor oven and placed the saucer of dough next to an earthen oven which sat low to the ground.

Jemi’s Noble Quest

I know some grumble and complaint about cooking today. I can’t imagine what it was like to cook during this time period. Life was simple, so I assume meals were simple too.

This was just a small glimpse in Jemi’s world. Each weekend I hope to share more of Jemi’s quest through photos similar to the book, Jemi’s Noble Quest, available on Amazon. Thanks for stopping in…

Owl’s Song

Hoot, hoot, hooot, whooo;
I woke up to an owl’s song
the air speckled with frost
tall, majestic trees laced in
dollops of weary wintry weather.

Hoot, hoot, hooot, whooo;
I, still dazed from heavy sleep,
woven in layers of colorful quilts
wondering, willfully curious as a cat
of the song’s lyrical message.

Hoot, hoot, hooot, whooo;
I had longed for a glimpse,
of it’s shadow and woven wings;
but silhouette trees can not speak,
as the owl’s song took flight away.

Hoot, hoot, hoo, hoo, hoo;
I hear only faint song in frosty air,
bear branches blush from slice of
dawn’s light casting intricate shadows;
a lullaby for bundled eggs they caress.

P. L. Wolf; Poet & Author of Jemi’s Noble Quest

Owls live in a variety of habitats, including coniferous forests, mountains, deserts, and plains. The snowy owl lives in the cold tundra of the north. Owls nest in a variety of ways. Several species, such as great gray and great horned owls, live in old hawk or squirrel nests.”

Audubon International

Owls often roost in dense evergreens during daytime

What does it mean when you hear an owlhoot? Hoots are used to communicate and can convey several different messages. Owls primarily hoot to claim their territory and fend off any would-be intruders (1). Hoots can also be used to signal the presence of a predator.”

World bird.org

Great Horned Owl is the first yearly nesting in Wisconsin, with a breeding season, late January and February

“Once the Great Horned Owls have laid their one to five eggs, both males and females will incubate them for up to five weeks. As chicks hatch and develop, adults may continue to provide care and protection into July!”

Schlitz Audubon
An owl’s tune for this week’s entangled theme at: https://earthweal.com/2021/01/18/earthweal-weekly-challenge-entangled-up-in-you/

Winter Stillness


Stillness in the snow,
pearl arraignment eastern sky…
paint brush from above.

Stillness in woodland,
snowbirds climb tiered tree branches,
wind whispers winter’s thaw.

Stillness in dawn sky,
dollops of snow on tall pines;
winter covers earth.

A haiku winter poem for earthweal open link weekend #53

P.L. Wolf, poet & author of Jemi’s Noble Quest

“She is not afraid of snow for her household,

For all her household is clothed with scarlet.”

Psalm 31:21

“But no matter how low the mercury dips, or how deep the snow cover, you’ll find winter birds of Wisconsin going about their business. Small flocks of black-capped chickadees search for food, foraging for seed and suet. They often join nuthatches, cardinals, downy woodpeckers, and others at backyard feeders.”

birdwatchersdigest.com

Wisconsin average snowfall ranges from about 40 inches in the south to as much as 160 inches along the shores of Lake Superior. On average, about 35 to 40 winterweather events hit Wisconsin each winter.”

Wisconsindot.gov