Monday, September 5, 2011

Water Chant I

Frost sparkles on grass
earth is turned to steel.
The trees tremble, imprisoned in crystal.
Weeds slowly bend, hiding their faces for shame
that people strolling by should see
their yellowed stems against the white dirt.
Water stares at the sky which deals it death,
hurling bitter winds and chilling frost until the pool
frozen in horror, gazing with leafy eyes
at the grey sun.


(I vaguely remember there being more Water Chants. I have no idea what happened to them...possibly retitled something else?)

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