The Fox Path
I want to follow the fox path
and enter a different world;
become swift, light footed
wear an outrageous fur coat
aim like an arrow
toward my earthen home
dream fox dreams
in my hidden den
slip into the womb
of hibernation,
melodic and serene
and always in tune
to the perfect hues of spring.
I want to follow the fox path-
the unknown beckoning;
the ancient world of smell,
the true field of touch-
paw to ground, nose to wind
fur radiating out
north, south, east and west.
I want to follow the fox path
and forget my humanness.
I want to follow the fox path
every morning I awake.
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Swallow
A tiny V heads upward toward the sky. It could be a small boomerang or a bat, but no, it is more graceful than that. It is a swallow. Swallows are tiny bird, averaging about 6 inches long. Their tails are usually forked and their mouths are wide open for capturing insects. Swallows are the most graceful lilting fliers I have ever seen. For that they have captured my heart.
There 8 varieties of this bird in North America. They live everywhere in near lakeshores, marshes to suburban areas. They often build nests underneath eaves of houses, barns or commercial buildings. The barn swallow is my favorite. It is deep indigo color with a rust colored throat and belly. Their forked tail is so finely tipped, it looks like you could dip it in ink and write with it.
These birds write across the sky. They write pure freedom as they dart upward toward heaven. Swallows have been known to be a symbol of travel for they can migrate great distances. The barn swallow can cover 6,000 miles daily and can migrate from northern US to South America.
The cliff swallows of Capistrano are legendary for they appear at the Old Spanish mission north of San Diego every spring migrating from their wintering grounds of Argentina. They arrive on March 19th, St. Joseph Day with a few scout swallows appearing two days before. Romanticized in Leon Rene’s famous song "When the Swallows Come Back to Capistrano," the return of the cloud of birds is considered a miracle and celebrated by the townspeople and the local native tribe, the Juaneno Indians with major festivities.
Swallows are much beloved in folklore around the world. In England, they symbolize the coming of summer. In ancient Greece, a swallow festival was held every spring. Greek women would catch the tiny birds, anoint them with oil and then set them free to remove any ill fortune. Their nests were considered good luck.
One Indian legend tells how a swallow stole fire from the sun and brought it to earth, carrying it on its own feathers. Because of this, its tail is now forked. On an opposite note, the Jews of Turkey believed the swallow brought water to put out the fire in the Temple of Jerusalem and their feathers have been blackened ever since.
Chinese peasants caught swallows by the river to attract the attention of the gods as they prayed for rain. They believed the birds brought good luck. When they arrived in spring, an offering was made to the household gods so women of the house would be blessed with fertility. If a swallow flew into a home, it was also considered a sign of prosperity.
Most of the folklore of swallows indicates the coming of good is some way, whether it is fair weather to fertility. They are a gift, a moment of grace in our lives when we see them return in the spring and we are blessed by their delicate dance across the sky.
A tiny V heads upward toward the sky. It could be a small boomerang or a bat, but no, it is more graceful than that. It is a swallow. Swallows are tiny bird, averaging about 6 inches long. Their tails are usually forked and their mouths are wide open for capturing insects. Swallows are the most graceful lilting fliers I have ever seen. For that they have captured my heart.
There 8 varieties of this bird in North America. They live everywhere in near lakeshores, marshes to suburban areas. They often build nests underneath eaves of houses, barns or commercial buildings. The barn swallow is my favorite. It is deep indigo color with a rust colored throat and belly. Their forked tail is so finely tipped, it looks like you could dip it in ink and write with it.
These birds write across the sky. They write pure freedom as they dart upward toward heaven. Swallows have been known to be a symbol of travel for they can migrate great distances. The barn swallow can cover 6,000 miles daily and can migrate from northern US to South America.
The cliff swallows of Capistrano are legendary for they appear at the Old Spanish mission north of San Diego every spring migrating from their wintering grounds of Argentina. They arrive on March 19th, St. Joseph Day with a few scout swallows appearing two days before. Romanticized in Leon Rene’s famous song "When the Swallows Come Back to Capistrano," the return of the cloud of birds is considered a miracle and celebrated by the townspeople and the local native tribe, the Juaneno Indians with major festivities.
Swallows are much beloved in folklore around the world. In England, they symbolize the coming of summer. In ancient Greece, a swallow festival was held every spring. Greek women would catch the tiny birds, anoint them with oil and then set them free to remove any ill fortune. Their nests were considered good luck.
One Indian legend tells how a swallow stole fire from the sun and brought it to earth, carrying it on its own feathers. Because of this, its tail is now forked. On an opposite note, the Jews of Turkey believed the swallow brought water to put out the fire in the Temple of Jerusalem and their feathers have been blackened ever since.
Chinese peasants caught swallows by the river to attract the attention of the gods as they prayed for rain. They believed the birds brought good luck. When they arrived in spring, an offering was made to the household gods so women of the house would be blessed with fertility. If a swallow flew into a home, it was also considered a sign of prosperity.
Most of the folklore of swallows indicates the coming of good is some way, whether it is fair weather to fertility. They are a gift, a moment of grace in our lives when we see them return in the spring and we are blessed by their delicate dance across the sky.