Final Frontier
Kay Lynn
Copyright(C)1996
Sailing in the sea of powdered snowflakes
I’m amused by winters chilling style.
Adoring every icicle
that decorates the barest limb,
and fills the air with frigid zephyr.
Glaciers calving
brilliantly birth-
an iceberg haven;
canopy to the ocean’s floor.
Quiet whispers of elegance
arrayed in pomping white,
exalts the tundra’s turning age
as whale tails field
a prick of sun,
mothering waterfalls
fodder the shore.
Greater than this wonderland...
to feel your warmth,
to hold your hand.
