Eternal Winter cloaks the land

Trees bow and creak

Under its heavy skies

And Wind Moans

Beneath a bitter Sun


Rocks shivered to rubble

Crunch beneath careful step

And twigs crack like pistol shots

In spiteful revenge

Acknowledging a passage

Where footprints once distinct

Disappear under fresh blown snow


Deer hide in plain-sight

Their calls seeking love

Mournful in the solitude

And Lynx passes unseen

Ghostly grey in a haunted land

Poem – Martin Addison, 18/11/2019; Screenshots from The Hunter – Call of the Wild, Medved Taiga Reserve