Today the world... <br />Landscaped in pen and ink by <br /> hidden hands <br />Is winter and embossed in white <br /> on white, <br />The sky cries down its tears <br /> upon the earth. <br /> <br />Black angled trees... <br />An onyx labyrinth twists down <br /> the wind <br />Until the ground is rippled <br /> white brocade <br />bemeath a shifting candleflame <br /> of sun. <br /> <br />And we ourselves... <br />Embracing on the creek, like <br /> figurines <br />Skate out across a polished <br /> mirror of ice <br />Its edges rough and ridged <br /> like hobnailed glass.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-is-winter/
