Mourning Owl

Mourning Owl

A winter’s day, a park, less play;
The blades of grass a frozen gray.

The water’s edge breathes frozen wake;
For New Year’s Day a sailor take.

An owl upon a leafless branch;
In midday’s light ‘tis happenstance.

What wisdom bird nocturnal born,
Perches high but that to mourn?

Its meaning etched with death of light,
My guardian for fear of night.

Oh, epiphany! I beg of thee-
Carry thy sailor safely to sea.

Adorn his vessel with gems and pearls,
Bless his sails with crimson furls.

Again a day I witness thee;
A comfort place,a giving tree.

Nay I see thee, but hear your cry;
Affirmation that all must fly.

The morn still carries taste of night;
Awaiting wings welcome light.

What wisdom bird nocturnal born,
Perches high but that to mourn?

Oh, epiphany! I beg of thee-
Carry thy sailor safely to sea.