Saturday, November 9, 2013

Spirit Passing Through This World

Spirit Passing Through This World

I have come this way
again as if I would stay
this time - not like last
when I was the wind
passing and pushing brown leaves
hard against siding,
deep into sidewalk
cracks and swirling beneath trees,
covering caches
that squirrels forgot.

By next winter I will spread
as if made of ice.

Indeed my heart is
sculpted from the Greenland bergs
that crave hulls of ships.

‎November ‎8, ‎2013 11:09 PM

Icebergs produced from one of the fast-flowing outlet glaciers draining the Greenland Ice Sheet. ©2009 Julian Dowdeswell SPRI. Note the boat in the bottom left of the picture for scale.

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