Ghost Figures


Ghost figures dancing through the cold morning light

Images diffused in the soft falling white

Silent mirrored pictures in the banked blinding blight

Whipped and blown with fury through the long winter night.


Ghost figures gliding with a false vision of ease

Images appearing to pilot as they please

Above the hidden depths through which they struggle to the knees

Belying by their presence nature's hard bitter freeze.


Ghost figures calling from the silence of their snow

Enticing me from sheltering warmth to the world they know

Seducing me by subtle softness to the cold below

Life is nature facing nature, I make my choice, and go. 

 © Philip Knight 2018