Ice travels

From my heart

The ice travels

Sign to mast

Is given lost knowns

We find the cold

Somewhat comforting

Its beutiful desolation

In our most sacred place

The ice travels

And soon spring must come



Mediocrity comes in many colors and shades,
Excuse me now, while I count the ways
the cream, the bone, the offwhite, the ivory or the beige.
Mother of pearl, cloud grey, navy or spaceship grey
And when we mix it all, it just becomes a haze.