Thoughts on the Larder Lake Highway

Snow mutes the world,
Cloaking the land in a deep woollen shroud,
Unbroken and chillingly soft.

The lonely, encrusted road stretches out from the hood
Into the unrealized distance.
This is a land of harsh beauty -

Here even the sun finds its kiss softened,
Its passion more subtle.
Conifers stand in silence, lining this meagre capillary
Between distant wayposts, dark sentinels
Guarding a world not yet spoiled by human advancements.

I sit and dream of Olympos, where I have lived and loved,
Holding back nothing.
Seeing past the shrouded landscape I yearn for it, here as the cold
Lies heavy upon the earth.

Sun sparkles off the frozen expanse of water,
Shattering like a crystal into the world.
Hues of colour not yet seen light the fir boughs;
A Great Grey owl alights on a nearby limb.

This lonely road to nowhere is a new horizon –
It is the road to everywhere;

I have loved other places, other women,
But none so well, nor so deeply as this.
Earth toned eyes hold me

Here gladly, a brilliance no shroud can mute.