tumbled and broken rocked patchworked with rust and moss
tearing a foamy white scarf and pulling the shreds down a grassy embankment
a frozen water fall halted in mid tumble
the smoke and ice of northern Gods
broken up into to broad flat step, to aid the waters journey briefly into the earth
but ultimately into the sea
tendrils of mist at the stony feet of blunted mountain range
the blood of glaciers flows to the sea for a thousand years
take a clear blue sky, shatter it like a place glass window, throw the larger pieces
at the frozen feet of northern mountains
Tags: free verse, ice poem, ice poet, ice poetry, morning musings, poem, poet, poetry, rock, rock poetry, stone poet, stone poetry, stone shaman
