The Winter Metaphor
See the snow upon the ground
so ubiquitous, yet so fleet . . . so seasonal,
a great pause in the enormous speech of nature.
Feel the adversity of cold,
that challenges us to winter sport,
the mad dash from the car,
or that drives us indoors
upon an unilluminated page
whose aesthetics is preceded by twigs piercing the white winter blanket outside.
Observe the early darkness descend,
cornering souls into stillness
or spirits to wild fireside fantasies
filled with a drama of darkness and light.
Contemplate a long, cold, white death,
A death that
. . . melts away
. . . ………..to another life,
To another greening awaiting another death awaiting another
another . . .
(Peter Skoggard, 2014)