Flows and Ebbings



Upon the whitened shore

The thick, snow-covered door

Leads to waves which now ebb

Throbbing up from the depths



For the icy cold temps below 

Keep the water in constant flow

Mating with the warmth of the sun's rays

... An observation which does amaze



For, all around the edges of the lake

Ice has formed in ripples, like a snake

But just a scant two feet further in ...

Water rages - from the fire within ...



Conflicts of icy temps below

But the heat from the sun's bright bow

Causes the water to move so much ...

It doesn't have time to freeze to touch



As all of us are doing around here right now

Whilst icy winds blow across our face and brow

Freezing the breath emitting from our nose and our mouth

Making icicles of all the moisture we put out



And glassy spikes then form on all our coats

Pieces of glass adhere, below our throats

And as we walk on through the wind and cold

The glass gets brittle, snapping into rolls ...

   

And when we return, then, once again, into the warm

All of the ice that was, as our own body fluids, born

Turns back into runny moisture, almost at once

And we shrink into a puddle, from back to front ~



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

7pm Friday, Jan 14th, 2000