winter wildness

WINTER AT WYE  RIVER

 

A lone grey bird

Dim dipping, far-flying

Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults

Of night and the sea

And the stars and the storms.

 

Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers

Out into the gloom it swings and batters

Out into the wind and the rain and the vastness

Out into the pit of a great black world.

 

Where fogs do battle, sky driven, sea blown

Love of mist and rapture of flight

Glories of chance, hazard of death

On eager pulsating wings.

 

Out, out into the deep

Of that great dark world

Beyond the long borders

Where foam

And the drift of sundering waves

Are lost and gone

On the tides that plunge and rear and crumble.

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2 Responses to winter wildness

  1. johnlmalone says:

    nice poem: power and solitude

  2. johnlmalone says:

    it’s an interesting poem but written some time ago. have you not written any since?

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