Irony of a Winter Walk: A Poem for Advent

Irony of a Winter Walk

Listen to this poem here

I went for a long walk today
Down a “dead end” road
But found only life not death

The brilliant sun was warm when facing south
But wheezing lungs alerted me to cold brisk air
No human creatures did I meet
But signs of life were everywhere

Cawing crows
And hammering woodpeckers
Soaring eagles
Heading to their high, sturdy, messy lake home
Peered down at me, an intruder in their space.

Clean sheets of newly fallen snow
Blanketed the open fields
But tracks of deer, robins, and pheasants belie
The solitude of this wintry nighttime playground

The footprints were going in circles
Where were they going?
What were they thinking?
Perhaps, “the snow is too deep!”

Along the way there was a bridge
Over the Apple River
The water swirling too fast to freeze
Ice chunks swiftly moved uncontrollably along
Sending promise of spring ahead

I found neither “dead” nor “end”
To this road
Perhaps there is no such thing!

Gerrie Lane, CSJ

Eagle photo courtesy of  IABoomerFlickr and

Snow Tracks courtesy of jenny downing

via Creative Commons Licensing

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