The fall of winter
water where ice
is the expected fur
I fear winter
will be undone
the great glass maker
will not deliver us
the company will profit
big with child
but a bear will get thin
in his amber house
Poems on the topic: ice
Poems on the topic “ice” on Poets.by.
Strigiformalism
ice letters
close all day
night striking out at noon
in the owl’s poems
Love craft
I made a stick sweetheart
but unwilling to keep her
I sent her away
to the cranes in the fields
but I did make her think
of making herself happy
with her strange fellow cranes
in the dirt and the marl
ingenious treasurers
of time and folly
where one is free
there is great plenty
I want her still
took her a glass of pure water
and hewed her
a thin ice bed
Humbugger
a cold place is my mind
ear of ice
all the din of desire
is ants in a cake
people at their sports
the tin ill morning
Temp worker
the morning I have off
I tend to my sand home
wipe and clean my thin ice
Actualization
on any peak
the din of ice
no little up and off again
Burial
we bury her
in her fine clothes
rain doting on the ice
Serv/ice
ice is at the core
of an afternoon church
I drew a sun with
as little a prayer as a top
Old mill town
in a town
run-down with drink
ashing the ice
Stroke
ice at noon
and I expect spoil
a white light at first
but far and cold
Dictator
not good about letting others speak
I am sorry for the ice in my head
and heart full of decay
I am sorry for this gun
which makes the hole of power
Chapeau
give me a hat
like an ambassador to the air
warm and light
and I go fresh to my thin ice
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