A Winters Tale.

[Guest guest]

I recall when I was tall and lean,

a winters tale

plodding my silent steps

in the deep snow.

The crow was a shadow in the tall poplars.

Cold fingers of ice gripping my mind

icicles, blind canticles of pain in my heart.

Nowhere to walk to but that white field

and the blind drift curve of the world

powdered into despair.

Going nowhere

and dogging my feet beyond care.

Not looking,

ground searching my way for the want of a way.

And there,

the fresh dead fur

of a rabbit split open

by the beak of finality.

That blood red poppy

blossoming wide in the white

stark flower on the chill slab of frost.

My breath smoked into empathy

my death wish beating my long sleeping pulse

into wonder at this bloom

from the mouth of the tomb.

And I

a walker shattered into terrible beauty.

My knees folding to the mystery

and only my lips trembling

as leafs caught by the wind

uttering this eternal secret to the world:

So this is it.........

 

 

love

 

eric