The forest giants tower, unforgiving,
shutting off all sight of sun or sky.
The mighty granite mountains, cold, forbidding,
echoing the lonely eagle cry.
The frozen steams, where once the water tumbled,
now gripped in winters' unrelenting hand.
The force of nature’s power makes one humbled.
She decides who falls, or who will stand.

And yet, beneath the ice, and rock, and tree,
beneath the gentle blanket of the snow,
with open eyes you search, and you will see,
that life up here will never cease to grow.

The trillium, fern, the lovely fire-weed
new life, entrusted in a sheltering seed.

(Lake Cowichan, BC 1995)

by Donald Cochrane

Other poems of COCHRANE (3)

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.