The Fox Children Of Winter

about Winter

Stolen the faces of lost children,

they are as old as frost and oak.

Creeping under the thin wind

they wail at the bitten moon.

Not fearing the ice stars they are as

mad as the night is black.

(They drink the rain of the copse

and peek through glass).

Are they dark as trees ?

Yes, they are full of ink and cinder.

Are they packed with legs ?

Yes, they fall into snow.

Will they rule these frozen fields ?

Yes, they race over cold grass.

Reviews

[Joyce S. Greene]

Nature has built its creatures to withstand the worst that it can dish out and foxes are one of the many creatures that survive the chill and windy conditions and almost seem to thrive in it. This is a strong poem, Leslie, testifying to the strength nature imbues it creatures with. Good work!

[Tina Kline]

A very well written and creative poem.
I enjoyed it a lot!

[Sami Khalil]

I have noticed that you have asked three poignant questions about lost children:
Are they dark as trees ?
Are they packed with legs ?
Will they rule these frozen fields ?
And you answer them with hope and optimism...A splendid poem , sir...:)..........

[Coyote Song]

I really enjoyed your winter poem. I could just see the 'white foxes' racing across the frozen yet
beautiful landscape.

[KaliAnn]

"They are as mad as night is black" I like. Nicely done

[Mark]

Active winter... I like the coldness evoked by this work. Enjoyed reading it :)