A Glaze of Ice
A Glaze of Ice A cold, invigorating glaze of ice, Spreads across a sinuous, meandering crevice, Over barren lands it never dies, Turning to ice floes of bleak, fallacious bliss. Ornamenting the world with glacial preeminence, Vigilantly guarding it from overwhelming incandescence, In the north and south, it shields from bursts of sun- In glacial peaks, all heat within us it overruns. To the heavens the plowers pray, " Oh, Gods of rain", "A year-round drought forebodes us from growing crops for the welfare of all, that hardly restrain, to fall to the aridity, whi...