Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Caribou Shadows

Cold shadows gather under the trees,
caribou tracks print the fragile snow.
Twigs shiver in the evening breeze
as the last of the winter light lets go.

Caribou tracks print the fragile snow
each hoof is edged with electric blue.
As the last of the winter light lets go
the woods path gleams where the stag walks through.

Each hoof is edged with electric blue
and leaves charcoal scribbles on flawless white.
The woods path gleams where the stag walks through
dissolving into the embrace of night.

Twigs shiver in the evening breeze
and leaves, charcoal scribbles on flawless white.
Cold shadows gather under the trees
dissolving into the embrace of night.

Apophysis fractal
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10 comments:

Dee Martin said...

Magestic and ephemeral at the same time - beautiful.

Paul Oakley said...

Very nice! We've had more now on the ground here than usual, and white-tail deer (not caribou) have been dancing in herds across my lawn, night after night. I especially liked these lines:

The woods path gleams where the stag walks through
dissolving into the embrace of night.


What a mix of description and magic! Wonderful!

winedarksea said...

"Twigs shiver in the evening breeze
as the last of the winter light lets go."

Wonderful image, I can feel the temperature dropping and the calm of nightfall settles in...
...rob

Moonfall

theresebroderick said...

This entrancing pantoum seems to be inspired by the fractal image, rather than by real deer. But perhaps the poem is about both. In any case, both poem and image are lovely. And deer are as fragile and beautiful as fractal images anyway.

rallentanda said...

Beautiful and skillful.

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

Well constructed, expertly crafted, as always. You paint the journey of the caribou into the woods very vividly.

-Nicole

bearlyaudible said...

Brilliant (like light) although I don't want to speak too loud. I remember at the shoreline, standing on rocks above, watching the kelp sway in the breeze of each small wave and surge. Your lines here have that same kind of reflective swaying quality. Fractal I suppose, yet that word seems too shy for the result produced here. Very well expressed.

Tumblewords: said...

Delightful!

poemblaze said...

Vivid poem, wonderful language throughout.

flaubert said...

I love the last stanza beautifully done. Thanks for sharing.

Pamela