Flying Snow : Riven's Poem

by Aelfstangard

I never meant it as such but, when Riven came for a visit last time, he read some of the poems I wrote some time ago and said that this is the one he liked and could identify with. I poste it here for you all to read and enjoy.

Flying Snow: Riven's Poem

Flying snow sporen smother

wind whines over wasted fields

rabbit's burrow buried in white

whiteheel's scent scattered on air.

I howl for hunger on this weary hunt —

cold sears through seru sides,

ice cuts cruelly in pads.

Nose to the tempest's tearing teeth

blood prints path of pain.

Thus go I, a grey shadow,

slowly faring frozen fields

mind wandering to warmer days —

sunbeams dancing on early dew,

spinner's home heavily hung

with glistening globules, game in the fields.

Then I would hunt hart on the hide...

– Ælfstangard