Glacier's Philosophy
Risen
Stiffen
It fears the drab air
That pounds on sleek ice—
In the night.
All
Fall
Apart; tip taken—
(The crush)
Atop the ebbing—of chills and ocean.
Lark
Dark
Will be the morning—
Holding up, down
I melt with it; lest I drown.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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