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A Harsh Winter Splendour

Last updated on February 26, 2021

Ravenous Ravens soar
searching for
crumbling carcasses.
Mine not yet grave grade.

Black and bold
against scuzzy skies
their crude cry
unsilence this frigid forest.

First ski in Alqonquin Dec 2021 (2)

As my skis slice soft snow
I remember once leaf-laden maples
holding whistling warblers
in a summer breeze.

Frozen statues now
silent in a sea of snow
brittle bony branches
cracking in the bitter wind.

First Algonquin Ski in the snowfall Dec 30 2021

Gliding through a sloping bend
I wonder how the One who
shaped this harsh winter beauty
is carrying it all to an end.

He is Splendour filling the air
my soul awaiting a new creation
with snow-laden trees and soaring ravens.



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A retired Catholic teacher with a freelance writing stint, I love playing the best game on earth, hockey, or paddling kayaks on a river, lake, or ocean. My home is in the heart of Christ, held in the arms of His Mother who accompanies me when I receive the Eucharist. My seven kids range from 21 to 38 years old.