Two foxes lying in the snow
A story with a cadence, about a life with a rhyme
Two foxes lying in the snow.
One saying to the other:
"You used to sound like Spring;
The drumming of your heart, with rhythm of it's own,
Like trickle of a stream,
that lays it's path amidst the thawing soil.
With hopefulness, excitement and turmoil,
Skipping a beat.
The smell of milk on you was fading,
Becoming musk of forest on your feet.
You used to sound like Summer;
Like rustling of the purple highland heather,
Soft pattering through orchards of the farmer,
That disappear into the field of foxtails.
You used to smell like thistles, like a stray bird feather,
Carried by gales...
You used to sound like Autumn;
Ferocious thunder tangled in your fur.
Like weariness of tempest in the day
You smelled like mudslide after downpour,
Over the fields and farms, and soggy sheaves of hay.
Like restless swallows crowning skies above us..
"You smell like Winter. Like the sleeping ice.
Like silver clouds of lead that blanket skies.
You sound like echo of a falling branch,
That mighty oak shed in the stillness of the night."
The fox got up and circled other twice:
"..Like soothing kiss of death-dealing foxglove
Like tranquil stars in winter skies above.."
The spring has come, the silver fox returned.
It circled twice the other fox's bones
"You smell of warmed by sunshine mossy earth.
You sound like birds, like Snowdrops, like rebirth,
Your calling, like the drum, is growing steady."
The fox lied by the bones and said:
"I'm ready"
About the Creator
Salomé Saffiri
Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.
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Comments (6)
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This is so, so beautiful.
Oh my goodness. This is incredible. I love the traveling through the seasons of life. Just a beautiful piece.
Gosh this was so poignantly beautiful and extremely powerful! Loved your stunning poem!
This is a wonderful poem of seasons, of highs and lows, of life and death and the new life that follows after. All of the lines are lyrical and blossoming with imagery, but I especially loved ‘rustling of the purple highland heather.’ Wonderful writing and wonderful images that you included with your poetry.
This is really lovely. I love your imagery. My favorite lines include, " The smell of milk on you was fading, becoming musk of forest on your feet." and "Ferocious thunder tangled in your fur." I had never thought about turning this challenge into a poem. Great idea.