photo: ralph murre
Think Ice Fields
by Bobbie
Krinsky
Howling wind wild waters
slamming wild
waters flash
freeze Saw
tooth slabs bathed in sunset’s
fading fire jag
through black nights
endless days
white-on-white
till Earth tilts back towards
the sun
and blue ice moaning
for midnight’s moon shudders
and shifts tumbling
blocks
big as rooms
over and under slabs splitting
into chunks
and chips so thin
they
crackle
like shattering glass as
they bump and bob past black-banked
willows
branches plumped so yellow with sap everywhere
I turn I hear wind
chimes and
the red wings’ spring songs ringing
across open waters
~ first published in A Slender Thread (Little Eagle Press)
