Wilderness, Lost
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I hike as I've hiked a thousand times gone
But curved like a serpent, the path that I'm on
The scrunching of steps in the snow as I walk
Tick off precious seconds of time as they mock
The night swallows minutes, as they swallow me
Hard payment, in lifeblood, for mortality ...
The magical mood of a white-spattered sky
A dance, drifting soft, as the wink of an eye
Small heavenly jewels of a winter sky's weep
And crystalline tears of the season's cold creep
Soft, tickling my face with memories, frozen
The frosty reminders of fates that I've chosen ...
- Thus, leaving the plane wreck behind in a storm
I set out in hopes of some refuge that's warm
And now, three days hence, air whispering death
I'll trudge steady-on 'til my last icy breath ...
For should I end up in this cold, barren ground
Ah, blessed will I end, with such beauty around ...
In the midst of a providence few ever know ...
Enchantingly baptized ... by a heavenly snow!
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Action Adventure" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2020
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