Solid white winter waterfall ice that makes a crust behind which the water still drops


The Brittle Crust



Brittle crust of ice over stone
Laughing rush of under-flow
Spray through cracks of ice-light
Flicking glisten of a world alone
Where only secret meanings go
To warm the hidden dream of night

Here, the winter rivers run
Through crystal flow-ways
Shaped by dagger freeze
Making music to the water sun
Listen to the world that says
That all life is just a floating breeze

Stand alone by the edge of reason
Drink the sunlight song
Feel the hidden power roar
Through hallowed halls of season
Where frozen stories long
To fly where eagles soar

Through doorways in the water fall
The sunlights fly on wings
Crafted from the solid cold
To make space for the very small
Bubbles that the fishes sing
About the final winter's hold




Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-06-27 at 00:02

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countryfog
This is utterly beautiful and evocative Adrian . . . I have the same sense of awe and delight when my little stream first freezes over, the water underneath still flowing, the stream both staying and going, sensing my life doing the same especially in winter. I've been moved to write of it too but never nearly so well.
2012-06-27