Sunday, 17 January 2016
Narnia's Breath - Poem Mark Osmer - Copyright 2016
Iced waters hushed descent
Thousands of individual snowflakes
collective in a frozen duvet.
Worn paths covered, a blank canvas
of new trails painted with hoof and paw.
Crackling timber spit and fizz,
scents the stillness with pine.
Pyramids of flame,
warm the warriors exposed flesh.
North season`s icy air, cleansing, revitalising,
Wisdom revealed in nature`s classroom.
Time slowed, thoughts absorbed, observed
and released on exhaling clouds
Mark Osmer 2016