“Pine Trees and Snow” by Joy Nichols
(After Wordsworth’s “Splendour in the Grass”)
spring delayed
suits my mood
not yet ready
to take on
renewal
too old
too depleted
to face
starting over
but not even
stubborn old men
can intimidate time
spring will come
change the winter
to water
send it running
down cheeks
of my mountain
swelling streams
of my years
adding rush
to the rapids
of rivers
en route to
oblivious seas
an unstoppable flow
under force of
ambivalent gravity
pulling on me
taking with it
the stones
of my yesterdays
life as I lived it
my season
of splendor
at one with
immaculate
pine scented snow
Poesy plus Polemics 