specter of death along a deserted road
the demise of autumn’s reap and sow
ghostly branches of barren trees
eerie hushed babble of glacial streams
icy claws clinging to niveous graves
townspeople gathered in a shadowed nave
the shivery blush of a winter kiss
frostbitten petals of bitter cold bliss
long hair adorned with icicles
crystalline footprints in the snow
waning light of a gibbous moon
north wind howling a song of doom
frozen in time she awaited his return
upon the hearth they placed her urn
© Mother Wintermoon 2016
Cheers to dVerse Poet’s Pub and bard, Bjorn. We are prompted to be inspired by the song-writing imagery of Bob Dylan. I chose the “Girl From The North Country” as my inspiration. Didn’t you wonder what happened to her? Now you know! Dylan lyrics below:
If you’re traveling the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine.
If you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if she has a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds.
Please see if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair’s hanging long
For that’s the way I remember her best.
I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day.
So if you’re travelin’ the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was the true love of mine
Mother Wintermoon 