Hills in Winter

 

Horizontal hail hood-hammering

Pellet pinging, kag rattling,

Wind-chilled skin grim-flaying.

 

Comedy of urination

'gainst neat dry stone wall,

uncomprehending sheep watching

fumbling in six layers of clothing

with frozen fingers and a man-wobbling wind,

to whisk away the water spray

where it will.

 

Bilberry and heather.

Grousing grouse, hovering kestrel.

Hillside-fresh springs.

The fun of ice.

The classic bum bounce.

Playing people-skittles on the frozen pond

with rucksacks and

Helpless laughter.

 

Snow crunching, blessed stone shelter lunching,

satisfying one hunger

while views assuage another.

Marvelling at the majesty -

storms marching 'cross valley below,

giants scouring the fields of green,

humbling Earth's complacent pygmies,

children staring through the crack

'tween wall and curtain

at the mystery of Creation.

 

This is the wild,

making the passionate happy.

This is the wild,

where comfort is exchanged for joy.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 11th Jan 2012 12:35

I really like the exuberance of this, the killing details, the pain and the joy.

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Andy N

Wed 21st Dec 2011 23:02

excellent stuff, dave.. like the last stanza in particular although the full thing is impressive.. xx

steve mellor

Tue 20th Dec 2011 17:08

I found it hard to get past 'a man-wobbling wind' after the preceding lines [recollections :-))], but once I'd stopped laughing and wincing, really enjoyed the day out

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