Friday, November 7, 2008

Undaunted


Tundra grass gone to seed, drifting in the wind like a long lost lover,
roots buried deep in the arctic soil, holds them steadfast, no need for cover.

They hold on tight to the soil, even as the cold snaps to 60 below,
wind bends them to the breaking point, frozen and covered in snow.

Spring comes in June; the seeds that stayed dormant will spread,
creation of a green homeland, for the feathered ones that nature has led.

What lessons can we find in the tundra grass that grows in a hostile land unwanted,
from this simple plant that overcomes the harsh, and continues life, undaunted.

Words and Images by Randy J. Cole
Photo location: Sand dunes near arctic ocean, Prudhoe Bay Oil Field

4 comments:

The Giraffe Head Tree said...

Second try to post a comment: Thank you, Randy, for your lovely words coupled with such a beautiful, lonely photo. You've taught us all about this part of the world and I'm forever grateful. My first comment was longer and more poetic so I'm hoping THIS one makes it through this time! Thanks, Randy.

Judypatooote said...

Just the right words with the right picture....I always love your poems...I'm shivering thinking about the cold.....hope your well....judy

Anonymous said...

Nature nurtured us with nourishment for the body and mind....

Beautiful Randy...
Both the images and the words...

Brett said...

Great shot, a real emotion to it