Beds of Water
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

The winter might be coming
Snow swiftly falling down
Spiraling in the summonings
Swirling hills around

Breaking open barriers
Suffocating on snow
The earth coughs up a cascade
And lets its silent flow

Settle as a bed of pettles
Sink down to the ground
Low without regret or mention
In this world surrounds

Chrystal lakes and coated trees
Crackling shores by open seas
In the winter land is free
Philosophy is my home