Trails wind into the heart of winter,
Built serpentine through rock and wood.
The life runs through it,
Bursting through the seams.
White earth rain down
Upon the precipice—
Shield your eyes against the light,
There is fire in the winter sheen.
The Waking Den
A Home to Creativity.
The Waking Den 
There is fire in the winter sheen … beautiful end!
I like the choice of ‘serpentine’ – unusal word. You’ve created a very strong image here!
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great imagery~ here’s my new year potluck- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/03/15/life/
Glad to see fire in winter sheen…
beautiful poetry,
lovely imagery,
enjoyed your uplifting message.
A++
happy 2011.
Nice one, Chris.
Bless!
Nice turn on the phrase ‘a life runs through it…” well worth a repost, as I think I missed it first time round. It really brings to mind that strange feeling you get in summer in the mountains when you suddenly come upon a glacier area with snow and flowers blooming…almost surreal.
Precisely what inspired this piece actually. I was out in Colorado visiting my brother this past summer, and he took me high up into the mountains…loved every bloody minute of it.
A very easy poem to like.
One word…BRILLIANT my friend oxo
An exceptional write…the ending is very memorable.
Beautiful images. Mountains draw out strong feelings. Beautiful poem.
i have goosebumps! it reads almost like an indian narrative. wonderful penning poet! happy potluck!
Kellie Elmore
Oohh… and I almost burned by it!! This was a very fine portrayal of contrasting images… beautiful depiction of a fiery wintry!
Enjoyed!
oops.. i meant ‘fiery winter’ 🙂
“White earth rain down
Upon the precipice—”
Magical line. Amazing.