Sensing change in the forest
Waiting for the first snow in November in Finland

The air cools my nostrils
I see a thin layer of change in-between seasons.
Birch bark peels like old thin paper curling in the chill.
The moss beneath my winter boots
Has stiffened overnight, its green is dulled and wet.
Somewhere, a raven passes by, above in the sky,
Its cry a dark seam in the cloudy night.
The lake no longer mirrors the trees;
It holds clear waters beneath a trembling icy skin.
I taste smoke in the air, the chimneys, perhaps?
The promise of November snow is unsaid but near.
The Sun leans lower,
Its gold losing power,
Its warmth is only a memory on my skin.
My breath rises, soft, uncertain,
And the forest listens, it always listens.
Each naked branch holding still,
As if the whole Finland were waiting
For the first quiet fall of white snow.
About the Creator
Susan Fourtané
Susan Fourtané is a Science and Technology Journalist, a professional writer with over 18 years experience writing for global media and industry publications. She's a member of the ABSW, WFSJ, Society of Authors, and London Press Club.



Comments (8)
I felt like I was there with you in the forest. I've never been to Finland, but it must be beautiful. Just like your poem - and so rich and sensory!
I love how the poem captures a quiet tension between seasons; the forest becomes a character in its own right, waiting alongside the reader.
Magnificent work Susan! Happy 2 see you back! ☺️ I was just thinking about you!
A lovely visualisation of what is to come. Well done, Susan.
I feel chill in the air reading this one!
Welcome back! I missed you! This is beautifully atmospheric.
Hi Susan… it’s been a while. Glad to see you back. This poem is so vividly and beautifully written. I can imagine every word you wrote here. Wonderful work as always.
Oooo, your photo and poem complement each other so beautifully. Loved it!