The wolf woke up, chilled by the snow <br />That nestled on his nose, <br />He knew that snow was slow to go, <br />Thus faced the Winter woes... <br />The wolf was quite aware of these, <br />He'd faced them all before <br />And thus he yearned Spring's sweet release <br />When even snow must thaw... <br /> <br />Till then, he knew that meals were rare, <br />So he must scavenge now <br />And eat his fill to fight despair, <br />Some future to allow... <br />His eyes and ears and nose took in <br />The clues that helped him live, <br />For these would help the wolf to win, <br />Another year to give... <br /> <br />Survival proves the golden rule, <br />The hardest game there is <br />And for each one that plays the fool, <br />Life bids a farewell kiss... <br />The wily wolf must do his best <br />To greet the Spring next year <br />And while fresh snow is such a pest, <br />Its warning's crystal clear... <br /> <br /> <br />Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013. <br /> <br /> <br />The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br />by Stephen Gayford called 'Fresh Snow'. <br /> <br />More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br />denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fresh-snow-2/
