Brevity

I have loved,
hungry as the fox
a mad omnivore
suck the marrow
even a shadow holds

that semibreve taste,
shed skin before the wind
gaze the still warmth
in the snow crystalline
hold the pose

catch what you can hunter,
we are all prey
for the slow falling
thunder of strike
ignition from a cold calling

Photo: Waratah and Ice, National Parks Service