Ice dancing. Tip-toe. Quiet.
Inlay of pebbles, boulders
Moving slow. Slower. Silence.
Mist. Fog. Trance dream.
Still. Waiting. Ice speaks softly.
Smooth crystal. Satin mirror.
Bed of sleek, snow passages.
Blue reflects blue.
Dome clouds drifting soundlessly.
Day filters through crevices.
Ice silk rifting, then tearing
Into splitting
Shudders. Crashing. Ignited
Slabs sparkling, shattering, then
Thrashing. Cracking. Slow. Slower.
Tense dawn. Quiet.
Your choice of format assimilates a minute-by-minute account of what is happening. Your poems open up a lot for one's imagination as far as what is happening in the nature world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you. I was able to close my eyes and visualize easily,