My apologies for my tardiness, my calendar is so full I completely forgot to schedule the blog post. We have warmer temperatures in Alberta currently, which is always welcome. However, it does mean dirty slush, ice patches and hazardous walking conditions. As many of you know I love walking in nature and I created this poem a while ago to reflect that.

Winter Forest

The wind whistles around the pine trees

Scattering fallen snow into festoon veils

Or dropping soft lumps with muted sounds

The eagle flies on high its wings like sails

Creatures huddled together in burrows

Sleeping the winter away in hibernation

Others braving the weather conditions

As hunger requires them to be brazen

The forest lays quiet in winter’s grip

Sounds are dulled, its inhabitants scarce

Branches bare or thickly covered in white

The conditions make life adverse

Fur changed from brown to white

Camouflage a lifesaving trait

Blending into the white landscape

With no option to migrate

Footprint trails the evidence of life

Hooves and fluffy feet, both large and small

An outline of outspread feathers

The scene of a life and death brawl

The forest sleeps until spring’s return

Life hidden, silent and encased

Patiently waiting for return of warmth

And life once again chased