Ice dancing. Tip-toe. Quiet.
Inlay of pebbles, boulders
Moving slow. Slower. Silence.
Mist. Fog. Trance dream.
Still. Waiting. Ice speaks softly.
Smooth crystal. Satin mirror.
Bed of sleek, snow passages.
Blue reflects blue.
Dome clouds drifting soundlessly.
Day filters through crevices.
Ice silk rifting, then tearing
Into splitting
Shudders. Crashing. Ignited
Slabs sparkling, shattering, then
Thrashing. Cracking. Slow. Slower.
Tense dawn. Quiet.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-day-in-the-life-of-an-ice-age/
