Denis Martindale

Fresh Snow - Poem by Denis Martindale

The wolf woke up, chilled by the snow
That nestled on his nose,
He knew that snow was slow to go,
Thus faced the Winter woes...
The wolf was quite aware of these,
He'd faced them all before
And thus he yearned Spring's sweet release
When even snow must thaw...

Till then, he knew that meals were rare,
So he must scavenge now
And eat his fill to fight despair,
Some future to allow...
His eyes and ears and nose took in
The clues that helped him live,
For these would help the wolf to win,
Another year to give...

Survival proves the golden rule,
The hardest game there is
And for each one that plays the fool,
Life bids a farewell kiss...
The wily wolf must do his best
To greet the Spring next year
And while fresh snow is such a pest,
Its warning's crystal clear...

Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013.

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Fresh Snow'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 13, 2013

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