Winter Landscape
Winter landscape
The landscape was white like frozen waves
smoke from farm chimneys went straight only dispersed
when meeting the upper sky.
Ah, this innocence of virginal snow cold as nun`s cell.
The boy sat in the cow-shed warming his hands on the udder
of a cow, later, he walked on snow so pure it made crushing
the sound that broke the snow`s hymen under his foot
But there were tracks after hares, birds, wolverines, and
the opportunistic fox.
Blood in snow, like a sheet on a wedding night the sacrificing of
the lamp sanctified by priest and church.
The fox had caught a mouse that built a tunnel under the snow
thinking it was snug and safe.
A crow sits on a tree watches the scene with irony in it black eyes,
afar someone calls him in for breakfast
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2016
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