Retreat

I noticed yesterday on my walk that though the daytime temperatures have not risen much above five degrees yet, the bird song is all spring songs and the quality of the light has changed quite distinctly.

I wrote the following poem a few years back after a rather haunting dream of being stalked by a polar bear….

Retreat

 

The fields of endless white

Spread further than the eye can see,

Grim mountains of jagged grey,

Still clad in silken swathes of snow,

The air so crisp it tastes of glass

And fills my mouth with blood.

A scent of stones fills the air,

Old and cold as passing time.

The crunch of paws though ice,

Breath like steaming clouds,

A stench of passing death,

The brush of icy whiskers

As Winter’s bear retreats.

I stand alone on the snowfield,

The trickle of the starting thaw

A quiet chuckle at the passing

Of the season’s snow bear

And the merriment of the new.

 

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One thought on “Retreat

  1. … “As Winter’s bear retreats.

    I stand alone on the snowfield,

    The trickle of the starting thaw

    A quiet chuckle at the passing

    Of the season’s snow bear

    And the merriment of the new.

    ahh.. how beautiful this poem is.. and the ending is so apt. I love it. Wonderful poetry from a master of verse.

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