Lair Of The Snow Spider
Lair Of The Snow Spider
there are domains so deep
that no one will tread
so dark that they are blind
in these dank places
the air is still and
sound is soft and mute
into this darkness
snow falls
settling in the nooks
and crannies
dusting the branches
with its ice grasp
can you hear it
the soft sly scuttle
of a many l...
Tuesday 7th May 2013 10:43 pm
The Hoodoos
The Hoodoos
Under Sulphur Mountain’s
sedimentary gaze,
the great Bow River
slithers like a serpent,
its milky green waters
spitting and striking
at the soft banks -
a venomous erosion
amid the cascades
foaming tumult.
The mighty Cree
etched totem poles
the size of these great
spruce and fir,
back-lit by the waning
Wolf Moon.
...Sunday 17th March 2013 8:01 pm
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