Encounter in a Forest Glade (for Nick)

This was an experiment in prose...

Marching ranks of fir and pine,a clamouring throng,
frosted fingers of oak,stark silhouettes on a silken sky,
silent glade,broken only by the flight,
of the crow's solitary vigil.

Halting with muted pause,I sense a startled shudder,
beneath snow-flecked boughs and blue-black gloom,
he breathes indecision in billowing silver plumes,
antlers adorned with garlands of ice.

With seconds that stretch this moment to hours,
a subconscious melding,his presence and mine,
now furtive and shifting,colliding in time's constant sphere,
and eyes,soft brown orbs of wisdom,
accuse my naive intrusion.

But surging movement at the twig's crack,
snaps the brittle silence like the gunshot,
that condemned him to a motherless youth,
now triggers the frenzied,scrambling hooves,
and faded memories of a hunter's cold stare.

Rippling flanks and straining limbs,
propel his lunging grandeur through muffled,yielding drifts,
commanding awe and my spellbound gaze,
that tracks a passing spirit,
melting to sadness,
the darkness takes him,
and I now alone,
mourn his fleeting shadow like a lost brother.

January 2003

Interesting, I understood
50% of
meanings thank you for sharing.