Woodland creatures features – Part 2

6. October 2009 - Posted in: Sentiments

I linger, I wait, unwilling to move, calm, perfectly harmonized with the moment, the light, the air, the smells, the life around me. Into the sun, the warm rays of comfort, steps magnificently, slowly, playfully, a fallow deer buck. My presence is noted, acknowledged, tolerated. Still so far, yet so close as the breeze carries the perfume of deer fur, lush grass, sappy trees and dry earth my way. The call of the the wild, the forest, the untamed, the rush of the moment. I aim, I shoot, but only to capture the image of such beauty, not to take a life, in vain, as in its veins runs blood quite like mine – albeit ’tis a wolfen heart that in my chest resides, strides, howls, prowls. Dear, deer, brother mine, your life is thine not mine but may I please, I ask you this, stay here for a while and be thy brethren, soul to soul, watch the sun upon you smile?

© Thorsten Becker

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Autumn treasures ripe

4. October 2009 - Posted in: Sentiments

Autumn treasures ripe, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

Autumn treasures ripe
Falling into cozy beds
Of rustling blankets

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Childhood dreams of yore

4. October 2009 - Posted in: Sentiments

Childhood dreams of yore
Hidden amongst forest’ trees
Walk slow to find them

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Woodland creatures features – Part 1

27. September 2009 - Posted in: Sentiments

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.

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Nearby, shadows fly, ravens cry

26. September 2009 - Posted in: Sentiments

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

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