Winter Bound

Winter Bound Hindered by depth and breadth of winter Blocked doors and windows on the cabin cliff remote Imprisoned by three feet of snow and all those inches Piling up outside, no where to go Pines cling to memory of icicles below the tundra line Like all good trees they freeze but never die Over sleeping kept me from hunting deer The realization of how quickly drifts can rise Shear numbers of snow flakes conspiring Cruel nature with wind and sky to hold me in Now stuck inside the simple shelter fixed Riffle and ammo sitting useless by the common fire place No chasing prey this season, no reason to shoot the snow It would only blow around and settle somewhere else Winter bound, oats are my only sustenance, companion Along with tea and lemon, not exactly the best of company But will see me through, till things turn about Closed in times advance I become a captive audience of one The only show in town watched now in wonder On snowy mountain counting down the hours