A broad canvas beckons
\nKalkalpen by name
\nThe Austrian Alps
\nDensely wooded the claim
\nForgotten ruins
\nLitter the place
\nBeing reabsorbed
\nWith ultimate grace<\/p>\n
Old forges and foundries
\nFurnaces too
\nRusted already
\nFrom seasons of dew
\nPine forests looming
\nShrouded with snow
\nA white out completely
\nWherever we go<\/p>\n
The cry of the wind
\nAnd the bluster of snow
\nBlown into the air
\nIn a perilous show
\nA sweeping refrain
\nA great ermine stole
\nAnd the light full of diadems
\nOut of control<\/p>\n
Great jagged crags
\nAnd sheer rock faces
\nSome karst formation
\nAnd I espy traces
\nAnd tracks of wild animals
\nWho do persist
\nHunting snd living
\nUnder the mist<\/p>\n
The cute Pygmy Owl
\nWith its great yellow eyes
\nHunting Chaffinch and tit
\nIt Looks so wise
\nSongbirds apparently
\nIts favourite food
\nSo they need their wits about them
\nYes all the brood<\/p>\n
The river Enns
\nMakes amends as it flows
\nThe snow is a melting
\nThe torrent it grows
\nWhite water creaming
\nThe rocks and the spray
\nIs casting its aura
\nAll over our day<\/p>\n
As the snow melts
\nSo the flowers love to bloom
\nBefore the Beech forest
\nShadows entomb
\nAnd create some dark spaces
\nSweet Orchids we see
\nThat nervously dance
\nwith the bold greenery<\/p>\n
Now it is peaceful
\nFor Nature erupts
\nShe blankets the buidings
\nAnd thus interrupts
\nWhat man left behind
\nAbandoned and lost
\nWhen dynamite blew out
\nThe ore and the dust<\/p>\n
The fire of the furnace
\nThe weaponry made
\nIts all being swallowed up
\nWhere it has laid
\nColours and mankinds woes
\nJust left about
\nWhich up til now probably
\nLeft some in doubt<\/p>\n
But now in these red rusted
\nAnd tangled bars
\nAnimals are nesting
\nNo longer are scars
\nThey are covered in carpets
\nOf natures intent
\nAll of the florals
\nClearly heaven sent<\/p>\n
In the past charcoal heaps
\nBeech logs cut snd piled
\nSet fire to to smoke
\nIt pickled the wild
\nAir of the forest for it was
\nThe fuel
\nTil mineral coal
\nBecame the jewel<\/p>\n
In the crown so to say
\nIt was cheaper on trees
\nThe forest could sigh
\nWith extraordinary ease
\nThe kilns needed management
\nAnd men often stayed
\nAround to ensure
\nThat their profit was laid<\/p>\n
But now Nature swept back
\nAnd took her control
\nA majestic woodland
\nThat enjoys its role
\nOf rebuilding the web
\nAnd creating new ground
\nImproving the air
\nSo it all can abound<\/p>\n
Wood peckers dormice
\nHornets that fly
\nAll sorts of beetles
\nThey all by and by
\nRelish the seasonal gift
\nOf each other
\nAnd the goddesses too
\nFor there is not another<\/p>\n
Place really where the wilderness
\nDoes
\nAll come alive with its audible buzz
\nIts a great living world
\nOf insects and birds
\nOf the true golden eagle
\nAnd storks all the words
\nIn all of the dictionaries
\nAre covered here
\nBy our mother whose fantastic
\nSpirit is clear<\/p>\n
As you walk and you share
\nAll the life thats around
\nEvery shadow and hole
\nWhere life does abound
\nThe dippers the wagtails
\nAll friends so I hear
\nWho nest close together
\nSharing the cheer<\/p>\n
The Enns and the Steyr
\nFeel the Danube as well
\nthe masterful River
\nTheir power it does swell
\nBringing fresh clean water
\nFrom craggy rocks high
\nOxygenation down from the sky<\/p>\n
So many emotions hang in the air
\nYou feel so responsive and just have to share
\nThe true understanding of forest and sky
\nOf the sense of benevolence coming from high
\nThe unction and eagerness just being there
\nThe vigour and zeal just wanting to share
\nSo much inspiration words roll off the tongue
\nThat red blooded status of being among<\/p>\n
Nature and all of the wild children there
\nThe faeries the dryads senses they share
\nInciting within you the feelings of life
\nThe enchantment the rapture it cuts like a knife
\nIt is an excitant a fillip to all
\nThe regent the stately all answer the call
\nAnd a Lynx on the margins a ghostly feline
\nLured by the forest trees that do entwine
\nA secretive fellow light belly and spots
\nWith the mists rolling in I love that cat lots.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A broad canvas beckons Kalkalpen by name The Austrian Alps Densely wooded the claim Forgotten ruins Litter the place Being reabsorbed With ultimate grace Old forges and foundries Furnaces too Rusted already From seasons of dew Pine forests looming Shrouded … Continue reading