As the swans of winter land on mirrored boughs, <br />Patting the perfect sheen with wrinkled feet <br />I will watch from the far shore, <br />Scarlet leaves churned feather-white. <br />As ice forms in the shallows <br />And black-backed trout ponder <br />A season free of hooks and flies <br />My shadow will drape the shore like dusk. <br />As this hardy land settles into white and black <br />To await the gentle tilt that tells of spring <br />My crystal breath will scatter snowflakes, <br />Glaze bitter trees to delight the moon.<br /><br />Nomad Omnia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frost-9/
