geoffreyrockwell:
out of the canyon where i have a shadow
geoffreyrockwell:
the ice flows over
geoffreyrockwell:
there are layers of snow on ice on moss
geoffreyrockwell:
like glass wrapped thick around the rock
geoffreyrockwell:
the ice trickles up with the snow
geoffreyrockwell:
where the ice is delicate
geoffreyrockwell:
it curves over
geoffreyrockwell:
and I see something in that glass
geoffreyrockwell:
just drips are left
geoffreyrockwell:
pebbled mushrooms delight
geoffreyrockwell:
in there the coldest waters flow fast under
geoffreyrockwell:
the canyon's been scooped out
geoffreyrockwell:
and waters must have flown around
geoffreyrockwell:
here's the end of where you walk
geoffreyrockwell:
last light in the corner
geoffreyrockwell:
looking up at the falling ice
geoffreyrockwell:
where ice spears meet
geoffreyrockwell:
this branch has been covered
geoffreyrockwell:
looking up
geoffreyrockwell:
another shape I can't interpret
geoffreyrockwell:
a gap at the foot through which there is a flow
geoffreyrockwell:
back out to the open
geoffreyrockwell:
where frost limned trees stand on sculpture
geoffreyrockwell:
and it all seems to curl over me
geoffreyrockwell:
looking down into the fozen ice canyon