The bitter cold
hard wind whipped snow
like mountain ranges piled high
along the fences
squeaked and cracked in shards
beneath my feet.
amid the peaks and hollows
etched by wind born flecks of snow
I came upon a roundish hole
that disappeared below
‘mid feathery flakes of frost
like lace adorned the face
and lined the walls inside.
this hole enshrined
with angel wings of frost?
Peering down the blue lit cavern
my wind burned cheeks could feel
the gentle warmth of air perfumed
and soft with skunk aroma.
there, beneath the snow,
beneath this lifeless lunar landscape lay
a skunk all curled and snug
within its dry and grass-lined den
waiting for that whiff first whiff
of warm spring air.
for spring lay curled up there
behind that frosty springtime window
framed by snowy shivers.
Hope that life would come again
when once the snow was gone.
with heart rate lower
yet she longs for summer
straining for the faintest signal
of the new life to begin.
for the summer time.
She’s waiting for her life
of caring for her young
her life preparing for the winter
sure to come.
that frosty hole
a springtime window to our life
of caring for our covenant young.
A life of knowing God in love.
Our life preparing for the winter
sure to come.
icy winds of death destroy
this life our bodies bury,
the window of God’s Word reveals
the hope of life to come.
the springtime window of His Word
we see the life beyond
the life of perfect cov’nant friendship
here only begun. ❖