EARTH SLUMBER

I don’t often visit cold places so it is interesting to read of winter at Melissa’s incredible blog.

Melissa Shaw-Smith

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I climbed the steep gully,
A cathedral of blue
Winter sky above me,
The sound of the hidden
Stream rilling and gurgling in my ears.

My footsteps criss-crossed
The busy pathways
Of mink and weasel—
Soft divets scooped
Where they belly slid
Down the banks,
Tracks suddenly disappearing
Into a perfect O of snow.

I paused to catch my breath
And listen to the sparse oak leaves,
Rattling ineffectually
At the wonderful clear silence.
How gratifying to be
In such a pure and simple landscape.

I could feel the earth slumbering
Under her coverlet of snow,
And see her graceful, full curved hip
Thrown carelessly across the valley.
Her languid, dimpled arm
Draped over the ridge,
Head resting, forehead kissing
The bank of the stream
As though peering through
Marbled ice at the
Rivulet of bubbles
Slipping along below.
And there before me
Her wide smooth rump
Thrust skyward
For…

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One thought on “EARTH SLUMBER

  1. Pearl, Thank you very much for sharing this. Sometimes we take our seasons in the Northeast U.S for granted (frequently disparaging them for being too intense), but I would miss them deeply if they weren’t there. Happy days!-Melissa

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