Dr. Mark S. Latkovic
February 16, 2014
Like frozen dead soldiers scattered across a battle field
These ice-covered branches lie contorted on snowy hills
Winter arrives early in these parts
Often unannounced with its bitter chills
So much I have not noticed
Has nature hidden itself from me?
Or have I turned away from nature?
I force myself to look and see
I walk further to let my bones absorb the cold
And let my face feel the icy wind snap just like a lion tamer’s whip
Just yesterday it was warm and sunny
Now I strain to keep my footing and avoid a slip
Why do birds hang around these sunless skies?
I thought they flew south in this gloomy season
Or maybe I never gave them a second thought
Too busy was I to give a rhyme or reason
Pushing onward I resolve to pay attention
To what takes place in God’s creation
A promise to myself I hope to keep
Whether nature brings me dread or elation