GYWH.com

POETRY BOOK ONE: Poems People Like to Silently Move Their Lips While Reading
Water Cycle One

So solid floes show
Flowing slowly, gravity;
Growing snow upon the brow,
Boating bergs upon the sea.

Water floating, warmer clime,
Melting ice with energy;
Sunlit icebergs so sublime,
Evaporating skyward flee.

Clustered crystals clinging mates,
Flying over mountain lee;
Feather flake precipitates,
Crowning glassine glaciery.

|| My Poetry ||