Song of the Hunter

by

Dwayne Pagnotto

I arose one morning before the sun
To behold the moon unrobed
Bathing in lush gardens of transcendant beauty.

The flowers dancing about
Were showered
In her warm orbital glow.

The trees stood swaying
Hushed in reverent awe
Glistening and wet with the first dewfall.

Lo, in the distance
Silvery-clear tones
Echo from the wooded hillsides
Heralding the enchanted flight
Of whispery shades and majestic voices
Fresh from the fields of eternal youth.

Then from the snowy pinnacled heights
Of the mountain
Flows a bright laughing stream.

Magically cascading down it meanders along slowly
Catching in its soft currents tear petals
From the flowers which weep at their own reflection.

The trees sigh
Realizing their fraility
As they unleave into the liquid mirror.

While the cool gentle utterings of heroic spirits
Come alive
To transport the enraptured hearer.

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from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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