A harbinger of spring
with sparkling mannerisms
flashes from the unknown
becoming a feast
in the eyes of
an arctic fox
sharpening its senses
while the moves of a hare
are drawn to the shadows


The enigmatic-looking figure
in a well-lit outfit
with blue beams pouring down
over brooding woods
white-marbled paths
and there underneath
towers and pinnacles
a thousand labyrinths
a budding life unseen


A wondrous kind of object
glowing mercifully
on our lady of the woods
and some long-lost wolves
in their despair
and the arctic night
seems to last forever
for an ermine and his secrets
and a blind-folded owl.