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.
Reincarnation
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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