Where eagles turn to ice
& pines whisper rhymes to snow
I will pitch my tent & gather
wood & wait until the thaw
cocooned until the thaw
The mountain flows until it’s sand
& snow piles mountain high
Lost in white on white on white
sightfrozen ‘til the thaw
igloo’d until the thaw
My clothes will smell of smoke
& dust; my ears a shout
in air and amber-trapped
until the thaw
And amber never thaws
