The Sage Contemplates Winter

it reads:
Though frost seems permanence,
The cold like the tomb
And the chill in a man's bones
Can only leave soon
And the vastness of the abyss
Is still like a glacier
Everlasting dark it seems
An eyeless embrasure
The way of things is not thus
Not thus as we think
For in the landing snowflake
Upon the eye to blink
We see the length of winter
A many-chambered thing
To melt away in moments,
To pass away in spring.

1 comment:

Messages left under the doormat will be promptly decoded and a response may be issued.