Winter Repose

A lone Siberian tiger Was resting on a hill, All dressed in white and golden fur, Reclining, oh, so still... Accepting all that Fate had thrown, Resigned to come what may... Yes, there he was all on his own, Just taking in the day... He couldn't see a soul for miles And nothing flew above... And every day he faced new trials, He met no-one to love... The lonely figure looked around At all his eyes surveyed... And there, he didn't hear a sound And so, felt quite dismayed... Without true love, what have we got? It's true, God only knows... We know that it can't be a lot, Like tigers in repose... Yet hope abides in tigers, too, And so they persevere... Yes, they must do what we must do, Until true love is here... Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2010. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Winter Repose'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com