Winter landscape
by poetrydiary
Rivers like roots
binding sea to land.
Forests silent at dusk;
mist rising like breath,
from the slow rhythm of winter hills,
like ancient cattle,
gathered at the gate of spring.
Pause with me a moment,
stay quiet, and let your eye
fall and rise through valleys
dissolved in clouds.
Then you may hear it too –
soft and distant, that insistent tap,
from underground tunnels and hidden lairs,
buried caves and just-thawed mud,
of seeds unfurling and bulbs cracking;
of worms uncurling and mice turning,
buds glinting and sap stirring –
for chaotic awesome life
is sleeping yet,
but like the restless dragon on her hoard,
she is about to blink.
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The last image inspired by watching The Hobbit on Christmas Eve (which I thought was good, despite anticipating a reaction against an excess of Middle-Earth…). Posted at Poets United.
I like the idea of seeds unfurling and sap stirring, life underneath the cold winter landscape ~ I haven’t watched The Hobbit yet ~
Happy New Year ~
This poem is awesome – and weather permitting we’re driving over the mountain to watch The Hobbit tomorrow.
Gorgeous!
“soft and distant, that insistent tap”
“mist rising like breath,
from the slow rhythm of winter hills”
These were fantastic lines. Great, poetic phrasing.
Wonderful images of a winter landscape. I especially enjoyed ‘ that insistent tap’ I heard that this week too!
Beautifully worded! Though I have not seen The Hobbit (yet), I definitely understand how this poem could be inspired by this movie, even from seeing the coming attractions.
Thank you for being a supporter of Poets United Poetry Pantry this year; and I wish you you a very Happy New Year & much poetic inspiration!
you paint such a vivid and luscious picture.wonderfully done.
very descriptive images drawn out here
Oh so beautiful, crackling with Life…..Love “like ancient cattle gathered at the gate of spring”…….and the thought of all of the underground streams and buds readying themselves to bloom. Wow. The sun came out this morning for an hour. That, and your poem, assures me that spring will come!
Ah – love that last line “like the restless dragon..she is about to blink” bravo:) Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment at my site 🙂
exquisite imagery… Happy New Year!