Sunday, January 10, 2010


January 7th, 2010

A land of cascades

One to another

Here and there

Down and down

Ever it drops to rise.

Paths white as snow

Turned dull as dust.

In this place many go

And most return.

Beyond the white water

a frozen forest broods.

Snowed on are its trails

Snowed out are its travelers.

Ice hisses out its cousin, water,

underfoot in a puddle.

Slip do feet on glazen white carpet.

Wood duck soar

Tree to high tree.

Bells on the ground

Sound tiny leaves

Going down

for a long wait to rise

In form changed.


as an atom in a fir

a molecule in a pine.

In this place few go

And less of one returns.

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