The fearsome geometry of winter
Shows that the elements are indifferent
To us, as vines ignore the young vintner
No domicile can calculate the rent
Respect the jagged majesty of ice
The frosty armor of an antique god
Some secret logic or occult device
Makes each plane and angle heed voices odd
Ice speaks a language our ears cannot hear
But our eyes recognize its alphabet
The hand that wrote these words makes us feel fear
What it knows, we are too young to forget
We learned law in its cool legislature
We are the estranged children of nature
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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