Out here, it’s the Season When Thunder Sleeps and the snows of winter begin to fall. Up north, in the Arctic, it grows dark.
But that does not mean all life, or even all bird life halts up there in the dark. To remind us of that, here is John Haines’ wonderful poem about Snowy Owls:
Prayer to the Snowy Owl
Descend, silent spirit;
you whose golden eyes
pierce the grey
shroud of the world—
Marvelous ghost!
Drifter of the arctic night,
destroyer of those
who gnaw in the dark—
preserver of whiteness.
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The painting of the Snowy Owls is by Roger Tory Peterson.
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January 5, 2010 at 7:24 pm |
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January 8, 2010 at 5:28 pm |
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