Marsh Ice

A gray patina, a wash over the day
the colors of my vision
cold, waiting for December rain
rushes, ancient pine, marsh grasses
little tufts of dead life
amidst the frozen pools, dark centers
aerated edges of opaque ice, cracked
pulled away from the land
cold, December before winter
waiting for rain to chill the world further
gray coating over all, muting colors,
edges of objects, landscapes
marsh ice, wanting freezing

December 13, 2006 12:15


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