Winter records water talking to itself
Refrigeration strips its fern logic naked
Arresting it in mutely muttering motion
Making it hold still and behave
There is nothing secret about this ministry
It is wholly visible and clean
A furtive snap of the shivering children of hydrogen and oxygen
Gelid portraiture of startled liquid
Every artist should envy the frost
Letting the elements improvise
Inventing languages at dawn
Describing them to each other in each other
Heat drinks the whole opus by noon
But ice is embarrassed by its tearful past
The work begins again, and feathery latticework
Will wind translucent silver code around fresh air
We are all the strange projects of water
Proving out a blizzard of disguises
Fingerprints of reality at work
Frozen into legibility
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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