Here and now the kindly frost invites The snow. Ice along the large pond Buckles for breath in the thin season Over spacious spans of silence. The pipings are 5 Hushed, the geese put to flight and quiet. Grass does not grow but waits With a small eternal presence, the mantle Warm and lightless. It is a white lid To a green furnace, waiting. Patience is long 10 Along the meadow along the pond along the frozen, Drift-thick ice. The oaks with the sharp melting current Are patient, through their trunks, the tilted hills' Green soldiers, bent for the calling, the sea Straining its wide tides. All are patient all 15 Are waiting. But shortly Their patience Will snap.
From the collection "Youth Youth Youth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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