Spring Migrants

When the pack ice cracks

When hostile green shoots break through the hard earth

Snow whisks off like a white sheet to reveal

Grassy mound, ruin, bare rock or field

The wanderers’ ship will come

Taking soundings slowly

They will unload their cattle, cloth and pulleys

Build their stony church and wooden houses

When the short days are lit by pallid snowfall

Only the white beasts roam the land again.

I think the influences for this poem are the Helliconia science fiction series where seasons last for hundreds of years and having seen a TV programme investigating the fate of the Norse settlers of Greenland.

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  1. Reminds me of how the earth’s climate has changed over the millions of years and how we have changed with it. Adaptation is important in order to survive.

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    • True, Leslie. However, some species have been very adaptable and have still been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. It could happen to us, and maybe because of us.

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