Frozen Earth bound in time,
preparing for the thaw,
allowing flow and movement
to regain rhythm and rhyme…
Frozen streams of frosted glass
crystallize the sun;
forming lances of light to illuminate
the path,
through this natural prism,
opaquely wrapped.
The silence of the hibernating land
speaks in loud whispers
through the trees;
crying soul-callers of the sky
fly in comfortable bands,
sounding the homing call,
kindredly clanned.
Come Home
Be Free...
Mystic Meandering
copyright
January 1998
photo - sun through frost on window
Feb. 2010
preparing for the thaw,
allowing flow and movement
to regain rhythm and rhyme…
Frozen streams of frosted glass
crystallize the sun;
forming lances of light to illuminate
the path,
through this natural prism,
opaquely wrapped.
The silence of the hibernating land
speaks in loud whispers
through the trees;
crying soul-callers of the sky
fly in comfortable bands,
sounding the homing call,
kindredly clanned.
Come Home
Be Free...
Mystic Meandering
copyright
January 1998
photo - sun through frost on window
Feb. 2010
