Archive for September, 2009

Woodland creatures features – Part 1


27 Sep

Here now carefully I approach
Treading lightly through tall grass
So that I may not encroach
May not get too close, trespass
Upon woodland creatures’ territory
Otherwise they may take flight
Before I can tell the story
Of their motions’ gentle stride

© Thorsten Becker

Note: Photo taken in the Tiergarten (animal garden) in Hanover, Germany where most of the animals run around free. The only fences are around the (fairly large) park and around certain enclosure to keep visitors at distance to some of the potentially dangerous animals (red deer, wild boars). The park is open every day from dawn to dusk, entrance is free, rules of conduct are posted at every entrance.

A detailed history, in German, can be found on Wikipedia. A brief history in English can be found here.

Nearby, shadows fly, ravens cry


26 Sep

Let me dream, dream a melancholic dream of sweet sadness. Serene, this scene, I fall into autumn’s embrace of bare branches and foggy breath. The smell of wet wool surrounds me, fibers of my coat stuck on brittle twigs as I pass the edge of forest’ hedge. Nearby, shadows fly, ravens cry, their calls echoing through the mist at dusk, my senses entangled by the musk of woodland creatures hiding amongst wet dark trees and rusty leaves. And as night falls like a black satin shroud upon all that which has passed as summer faded, as the noise of the day dies and the encroaching silence tugs virtuously at my heart’s strings I wish for nothing more, nothing else, then to be in this moment, in this place, as if walking along Night’s Plutonian Shore. Oh call me once more, you, noble messenger clothed in black fringed cloak, let it not be nevermore.

© Thorsten Becker

I shall forever be autumn’s child


15 Sep

Here it comes, that first chill in the air, that blue messenger from the north, the first silver light that filters through fading green. Barely noticeable, summer’s final days have arrived. Softly the trees begin to sing their farewell songs. Autumn’s first breath passes along their crowns, carries with it ocher and sienna and burgundy notes of goodbye as it slowly unravels their emerald garments. I welcome you, bringer of scarfs and woolen coats, of knitted gloves and padded boots, for my heart beats in rhythm with your racing winds, my soul embraces your twilight, you, bringer of early sunsets and brisk starry nights. Here, in the corridor of ethereal sights, hallway of mysterious lights, I shall walk beside you and breath in your mossy, earthy fragrance, that smell of pumpkin desserts and mushroom soups. For rain or shine, storm or gentle chill, I shall forever be autumn’s child.

© Thorsten Becker

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