This heart hunts wild

I gaze out the window
To the swaying pines
Lost in ash can thoughts
There is only quiet on the breeze

A silver owl hanging
From a long,silver chain
Cast's rainbows on my skin
When the sun shines through it's eyes

The sky is not blue
But an odd shade of melancholy
For some reason it looks sad
And I share in it's lament

I seek my thoughts
Trying to draw them out
But they hide in the trees,camouflaged
I can see them stir in the tall grass

I know what I must do
My weapon is dull and forgotten
So I hone it to a fine,precise edge
Sharp and ready for battle

The trees see me first
And my words remain ellusive
I stalk them,determined and patient
A hunter in the wood

I kiss the dirt
Blending with the forest floor
When my words come out of hiding
I will capture them in poetry