Tapio (poem)

I wrote Tapio about ten years ago. I still remember exactly where I was sitting when I wrote it. I was sitting at a picnic table at a park near my house. This park is close enough that I can walk to it. So, one summer, I would pack up a bag and go sit at the park for a while. I wrote in my journal, wrote some poems, and even started writing a novel. Even though I enjoyed sitting at the picnic table in the summer, I couldn't help but wonder what the heavily-wooded park would be like in the winter. And thus, Tapio was born. Enjoy! 

Tapio

I sit here,
in brilliant solitude,
amongst the strong evergreens.

Snow has fallen.
The air is crisp.
The sky heavy and gray.

There is silence abound,
save for the charming sounds of nature-
a bird calling, a deer sprinting, a squirrel leaping.

The winter forest is
beauty, peace, joy.