05-01-2019, 03:54 AM
I stopped a while to catch my breath
The air was cold, the hour late
I could not see the woods for trees,
The snow piled up so splendidly.
O pretty view, O lovely show,
of falling, melting, frozen rain
and then again, I asked, is this
The way to go?
I saw no road, I saw the dark
I saw the roots swell from the ground,
A twisted bone, the snapping sound
Of cruel and sudden injury.
The ants and owl, the deer, the moss
the white and crystal fingerprints
of nature are skilfully made
To get us lost in labyrinths.
The air was cold, the hour late
I could not see the woods for trees,
The snow piled up so splendidly.
O pretty view, O lovely show,
of falling, melting, frozen rain
and then again, I asked, is this
The way to go?
I saw no road, I saw the dark
I saw the roots swell from the ground,
A twisted bone, the snapping sound
Of cruel and sudden injury.
The ants and owl, the deer, the moss
the white and crystal fingerprints
of nature are skilfully made
To get us lost in labyrinths.