|| Christopher W. Thomas (firstname.lastname@example.org) |
|| Thurs Jan 6, 19100 at 7:54PM |
Wind ... blasting at my face
Lost ... deep in my own space
Waves ... nipping - at my feet
Ice-chunks ... trying to repeat
It's a calm blue sky ... now, back here
Only a slight breeze ... around the ears
Yet, down below - at water's edge ...
Angry waves ... rocked the earth-ledge
And chunks of ice were thrown up on floes
As warm water raged under sun's show
And jagged broken pieces pushed down the lake
Driving up on itself, in layers, half-baked ....
© Christopher W. Thomas
1:20pm Thurs. Jan. 6th, 2000