ICE RULES

Graupel on the window panes -

Before as pure as summer glass -

Now etched with endless diamond lanes

Down which all our future pain must pass,

 

Vertices recalled from ancient snows,

When the trellises of time

Cross our dark and crystal meadows

With interstices of rime,

 

As if the lattices of frost

Were boundless paths down which

Our frozen past were lost

When needles of the blizzard stitch

 

The skies together in its mazes,

Where our spinning lives together freeze

The freedom of their childhood faces

Into winter’s hard but infinite geometries.

 

San Francisco

October 5th and 6th, 2013

 

NOTES ON ICE RULES