In the Winter

24 July 2010 | Paul Rea

It was in the winter
That the feeling came
Fresh
New
Frigid
Like the northwest wind
Forlorn
I foraged on
Through the tundra
The barrens
The torturous
And endless
White

When the wolf howled
And the gales arrived
I marveled in its newness
Its freshness
Like a child
Riding a snowflake
I gazed
Dazed
Into the empty sky

Marvelling not at its arrival
Its permanence
But its nature
Its dominance
Its victory
Complete
Unfettered
Undiminished
By the arrival of gold
A single beam
Riding on a dream
Of the Spring to come
Whispers of promises on the wind
Not yet undone
Of the Sun…
Of the Sun….