A Winter's Walk

What warmth seek I in the scenes that swarm;
Familiar as they've grown,
By the stones, by blades, the barren arms-
They bear no scent unknown...
All tension tamed whence it shan't harm,
The leagues of silent snow.

My dog shivers faithful beside, his qualms I shan't heed,
To trace the winding ways instead, the spirals they wreathe,
Eerie the blue mists they roam as the circling winds repeat,
Sleepy sighs of the lake whereby crystals dress my feet.

So in winter's nest I rise to the roar of a restless breeze,
Brazen she wears the patterns below and bares sour debris,
Grotesque whose myriad forms leer, I cast my glance away,
To the weary waters where fractals fuse in pale disarray...

Dare I delve that which brews, midst its icy depths obscure?
Whilst ripples rush and pulses peeve and wavelets wash onshore,
And images transpire to smoke, shattered the mirrors that be!
What movement stirs the surface still; o' what causes can't I see?

Strange such shuffling mists surround, whence veer the vagrant streams,
Grotesque their fleeting glimpses sway, senseless like a winter's dream-
Sees the empty carousels whirl, sets the swings on soulless spree,
In the wake of winds and vapour trails that 'vade thy symmetries.

Though they must tire as the waters ease;
Comatose rest the groves,
At twilight's touch in tender release,
Yet I search for that which moves...

Atomic swerves in shadows they flee,
Such these scenes swarm, so the eyes see.

Reviews

[Lathen Griffiths]

Thank you Swagato for taking me along with you on this wonderful winters walk, I could feel the ice crystals building up on my boots.

Kind regards,

Lathen