Still Winter
I met a snow bull in my
Back garden late last night
With eyes as black as death
Its horns two flames of light
Snorting fog from its nostrils
Its belly was furred with ice
Then with one hoof the beast
Pawed at the ground twice
It lowered its great head
And gave a baleful bellow
Its breath turned ghostly grey
And then a shade of yellow
It looked into my very soul
I can’t tell you how it felt
As dawn started to break
And the snow bull began to melt.
Back garden late last night
With eyes as black as death
Its horns two flames of light
Snorting fog from its nostrils
Its belly was furred with ice
Then with one hoof the beast
Pawed at the ground twice
It lowered its great head
And gave a baleful bellow
Its breath turned ghostly grey
And then a shade of yellow
It looked into my very soul
I can’t tell you how it felt
As dawn started to break
And the snow bull began to melt.
This poem is copyright (©) Bernard Pearson 2024
About the Writer
Bernard Pearson
Bernard's work appears in many publications, including; Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, The Gentian, Nymphs The Poetry Village, Beneath The Fever, The Beach Hut Little Stone, The Caterpillar Magazine. In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing.
