Tiaga

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

 

The 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 Tiaga Reserve

Comments

  1. Beautiful, Martin. Truly outstanding!

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