A Path In Winter: With Seraph

A Path In Winter: With Seraph

A Poem by Christopher Todd Dallas

So falls the snow on laden branches.
Treading deeply through winter's curtain
the tracks diverge in two directions.
Do I run in broken silence, or
do I walk in measured symphony?

While autumn sleeps and spring awaits
the only sound that carries is that of
snapping branches; the very life blood
that feeds it destroys it - frozen water.

Amid the snowy Aspen and
the gaze of watchful owls, I stop and
tap a limb bowed with wonder;
it rewards me with a playful 
tease of powdery glaze.

Icy slopes climb while ground cover 
vainly vies for its previous ownership.
Thin air swirls in metered gulps,
and I, dizzy from height and beauty,
take a moment's respite on a fallen log.

My attention is focused on the
grandeur of this hallowed place,
where life stands still and the spirits
of the heavens draw eddies in the clouds.


© 2010 Christopher Todd Dallas



Author's Note

Christopher Todd Dallas
It started with a beautiful opening line. Ever have one of those and wonder how the hell you're going to finish the entire rest of the story?
Also, this was a collaborative writing with someone whose style matches mine. As an exercise, seek out a co-writer and see what the two of you can create.

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Do I run in broken silence, or
do I walk in measured symphony? --- beautiful.

in fact all measured with inches of silk, this poem is a cornucopia of satin words, lovely in all sound.



Posted 7 Years Ago


Ha, collaborations are fun. Especially when you both go in with no expectations. This is a pretty winter poem with some kind of underlying angst, perhaps a hard decision to make. The poem falls just slightly short of tranquil, but still you can hear the winter's quiet as you read the poem.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Execellent poem. Gave me a real vision of winter. (One of) my favorite line: Icy slopes climb while ground cover vainly vies for its previous ownership. It makes me wonder if you had any help from Robert Frost? Great job.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Tags: seasons, winter, prose, introspective, melancholy, nature


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