We soar
Between
Mountains
Between
Layers
Of cloud
Between
Mountains
Between
Layers
Of cloud
Between
Wonderlands
In a
Bright
Red
Box
Between
Wonderlands
In a
Bright
Red
Box
Low fog formed over the riverbed
Where icy water
Still warmer than air
Vapourised and froze
To drift over the lake’s recessed floor
Like an oval
Cleared of snow
On the surface
Of a frozen lake
The heat
Which makes my skin
Crackle
Like the way the gravel and sand
Grate against the soles
Of my boots
Time for new growth
On naked branches
Spring is come
On a beautiful
Fall day
With a light blanketing
Of snow