Snow in summer

deer day 042I stood like a mountain
Astride the plain
Watching with slow eyes
As life passed beneath me.
Feeling the seasons on my skin,
Each year a mere frisson,
And the years passed
Until snow silenced me.

I waited immobile
For the errant warmth
Not knowing or hoping
That it would find me;
Just waiting, as mountains do,
For time to take me,
Unresisting whiteness
Slowly eroded.

Kissed by the sun
I ran like water
Out of myself
A fluid gem
Laughing in the sunlight.
Flowing free across the land
With petals in my wake
And diamond drops.

Earth drank me
Took me to her heart
And I became the blood
Quicksilver in her veins.
I became her milk
And rose once more
Through the green stems
Of her diadem.

I sparkled in her crown
Jewels in her garland
Till the sun rose
And warmed me.
I rose then, insubstantial
Wedded to the clouds
That cast snowflakes
On the mountain.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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29 Responses to Snow in summer

  1. davidprosser says:

    That was lovely Sue.
    xxx Huge Hugs xxx

    Liked by 1 person

  2. A magnificent poem, Sue.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Ritu says:

    It’s snowing here now…
    And beautiful poem Sue!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. jenanita01 says:

    truly magnificent, Sue!


  5. Great written, Sue! Like an oil painting in words. Beautiful! Michael


  6. Widdershins says:

    What a wonderful cycle-of-life poem. 😀 … magnificent imagery. Bravo. 🙂


  7. Erik says:

    This aptly describes a few “seasons” I’ve seen in my life along the way. (And, as you wrote it, I know you’ve seen them as well.)

    In all, whether verdant or frozen, the key is to keep standing.


  8. That was beautiful and the photographs are also beautiful! Especially the second one.


    • Sue Vincent says:

      Thanks, Marilyn. They were both taken one snowy day in the Lake District… when I took my little MR2 down roads she was never meant for to places I would not have issed for the world.


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