Hills in Winter
Horizontal hail hood-hammering
Pellet pinging, kag rattling,
Wind-chilled skin grim-flaying.
Comedy of urination
'gainst neat dry stone wall,
uncomprehending sheep watching
fumbling in six layers of clothing
with frozen fingers and a man-wobbling wind,
to whisk away the water spray
where it will.
Bilberry and heather.
Grousing grouse, hovering kestrel.
Hillside-fresh springs.
The fun of ice.
The classic bum bounce.
Playing people-skittles on the frozen pond
with rucksacks and
Helpless laughter.
Snow crunching, blessed stone shelter lunching,
satisfying one hunger
while views assuage another.
Marvelling at the majesty -
storms marching 'cross valley below,
giants scouring the fields of green,
humbling Earth's complacent pygmies,
children staring through the crack
'tween wall and curtain
at the mystery of Creation.
This is the wild,
making the passionate happy.
This is the wild,
where comfort is exchanged for joy.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 11th Jan 2012 12:35
I really like the exuberance of this, the killing details, the pain and the joy.