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
And carries dreams
From valleys high
They tumble down
Right by my side
And gather in
The pools below
So deep and cold
In eddies slow
I have just the small talent
To capture in image
And evoke in word
An incomprehensible
Perfection
Others find their way to gentle currents
Return to form from which they spawned
Then seek again the path to sky
Transform, renewed, to lightest flakes
And try once more for beauty’s grace
A net to capture
Brittle broken crystals
Falling gently
Alighting on smallest twig
A coat of soft white
On gnarled white bark