Poetry - Behind the Rincons, New Year's Day
Sometimes it snows in Aztlan --
I
Pale gold grass
Poking up
Through silver-grey snow
White ice shines
Glitter-bright
Under the distant sun
II
Grey and red and ever-green
Wood writhing, alive between
Snow-cold granite and winter sky
III
Water trickles under glass-rime-ice
Seeps slow through black rock cracks
Wearing rust-red runnels over winking mica eyes
Intemperate in any season
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I
Pale gold grass
Poking up
Through silver-grey snow
White ice shines
Glitter-bright
Under the distant sun
II
Grey and red and ever-green
Wood writhing, alive between
Snow-cold granite and winter sky
III
Water trickles under glass-rime-ice
Seeps slow through black rock cracks
Wearing rust-red runnels over winking mica eyes
Intemperate in any season
This entry was originally posted at http://lferion.dreamwidth.org/200310.html, where there are currently
comments. Please comment there using OpenID.