14 September 2011

Charles' Poem ~ 2

Silence Falls on Lamentation Mountain
by Charles Savage

T
he bell-like ringing
of our axes fades
and silence drifts
across the fallen snow.
As wearily we rest our careworn blades,
the campfire, too, has quietly burned low.

A
sudden blast of wind, an icy breeze, stirs up
a sparkling glow from ebbing fire.

The frozen limbs in answer softly creak.
Their aging branches dance but start to tire.

M
y surly boots tramp down the darkening snow,
and mix it with fallen leaves and mire

to form a resting place beneath the boughs.

W
e are the dying ones that still can cling 
to life
abandoned by our fellow leaves
while we defy the silence that snows bring.

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