Our shattered northern heart begins to sag,
as solar kisses become
perpendicular.

Sparking faintly in the growing day,
the arms of aurora wave in vain,
celestial semaphore falling before the rising sun.

A grey haze pursues the solitary spaces,
bear white ice
lost to mud.

Quad and 4x4 usurp sled and snowmobile,
while mosquitoes swarm
to madden the soggy, sodden, land.

The sons of Adam have failed this place,
this divine eye gazing through space,
this floating, frozen, water ground lense of blinding perfection.

Shrinking cap of wisdom, prophet to the race,
for Jurassic coin of gold and steel,
our boreal canary dances on a steaming hotplate

Beneath the shaded ark of winter
spring clouds collect,
and a voice of rest calls through the falling rain.

With raven locks circling leather moon faces,
the children of snow and sky
search for God
in a puddle.

04/12/2008