Ode to a Snapping Turtle

In homage to Pable Neruda and chance encounters

MichaelStephenWills

O ancient wanderer
of Sapsucker Woods,
armor-clad and quiet,
you lumber forth,
carved from the earth itself,
sculpted from mud
and pondweed dreams.

October’s afternoon light
paints you with golden shadows,
each leaf fallen,
each branch broken
a whispered testament
to the slowness
of your path,
steady as a heartbeat
unmoved by haste.

You bear the centuries
in the lines of your shell,
grooves and valleys
where stories settle,
tales of reeds and minnows,
and the deep-rooted knowing
that life is best met
with patience, with pause.

O creature of edges and silence,
you bridge water and wood,
the line between stillness and stride.
What weight you carry,
not of burden, but of presence—
a shell that holds
the weight of stars,
the bones of ancient rivers,
and the soft clay of Sapsucker’s floor.

In your slow, silent passing,
the trail bows to you.
Leaves make way,
and the earth beneath you
settles a little deeper,
reminded of the strength
that moves without noise,
the wisdom that crawls
in the path of shadows.

Turtle,
you who wear the world’s patience,
I watch you disappear,
an ambassador of ponds and pools,
a silent architect
of marsh and moss.
May your journey be long,
your pauses endless,
and your shell a testament
to the beauty of age,
carved by time,
blessed by the sun.

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15 thoughts on “Ode to a Snapping Turtle”

    1. Thank you so much, Annika! I’m thrilled that the ode resonated with you. Snapping turtles are such fascinating creatures, and it’s wonderful to hear that my words have deepened your appreciation for them. Your kind feedback means a lot!

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