Ice Ages Come

Ice Ages Come With Colder Days By February March moves on to centuries Still the sky comes laden with atmospheric vapor As light as ice, clouds abundance falls to the ground As thaw fails to gather life’s potential If nature could take her pulse it would be cold As it turns whiter in the depths of endless frost It moves much slower Birds fall from trees, snow dusted cotton balls Frozen, wrapped in winter gowns Ice laden, as thermometers grow longer To accommodate the permafrost engaged Temperatures plunge next to zero Stretched, bound to solid rocks But why bother with the calculus When the net effect is O Where can barometers go but down Where zeros abound out numbered Devices known to man stop time Unwind realities effects on climate Blizzards lay out the land with no regrets With blinding wind and white theatricals Lost directions and compasses offer no hope  No protection in the endless snow Where are the strawberries this year? Why do blueberries not come to crop? Dropped out of boundaries is Spring Colored butterflies fly off the wing Adopted by Winter it would seem Frozen leaves hold on to cold As on the trees they cling to memories Fall spinning into muddied puddles Turned to ice by dim moonlight Reflecting lake’s late midnight Sounds so quiet, so serene, as if not audible Make their way to invisibility, silent in the air Drift silky into mysteries of crystal ice To nowhere special, collecting what air has to offer Which is somewhere around but where Words can not describe the inside outs of Winter Ice ages are unforgiving, lasting for centuries on For eons, music is unheard where it once abounded Unearthed to be recovered in melodies un-listened to Songs remain unsung however without the living A world has yet to be discovered colder than our own No one sings a song with no one there to sing along