Across White Fields
Friday, April 14, 2017 - 09:41
in Earth & Climate
Across white fields of mounting snow You sense the winds begin to slow, Then feel them bite into your side; Your ashen snout will be your guide Amongst the zephyr’s gentle flow. You glide along because you know That in the distance far below A ringed seal has been supplied — Across white fields… You track its movements high and low And shift your stride because you know That even though it can’t be eyed The air’s embrace has never lied. A fragrant glint, a sweet shadow. Across white fields… Give the right wind conditions, polar bears can smell a seal from more than 30 km away (Photo Credit: Alan Wilson). This