In my armchair
Of ice and snow
Cozy and warm
In a place I adore
Gentle current
Beneath the ice
Downstream rumbles
Break the crust
And I am freed
Gentle current
Beneath the ice
Downstream rumbles
Break the crust
And I am freed
Majestic
Formidable
Hard
weak
soft
supple
tenacious
Power
Before the peaks
The hills
Before the hills
The valley
Before the valley
I must leave
This place of numbing
Before I die
Then in between
The verdigris
And igneous
Within them all
Find I
Though the paths I see
Attain neither peak nor pass
Trapped in this valley of lassitude
Now what is near
Seems quite clear
But far from here
Is more obscure
Detail lost
Colour sallowed
Though sun breaks through
Its presence mellowed
Yet, still
Rise
Though I see
Not so very far ahead
I take the road
Into the valley maze
And trust myself
To find the way
And the colours
Oh the colours
Ever vibrant
Even this brown earth
They painted
With expansiveness
Let the grandiose
Dominate the brush
Then I
So happy
For just a hint of them
Through the glass
Held in my hand
Let nature speak