Written in a CalmSnow. I'm looking for a frost of fire
To kill the wanderings of my soul. I'm calm,
Enjoying today, but wondering when the dire
Waves of unease will rock and upset my balm.
Like Portuguese of old I set my sail
To let the gales of India's fervent sea
Carry me to Ganges and the pale
Of lost Golconda. Let us be
Prepared to batten down the hatches tight.
I made it through the storm that beset me
And won't turn back. But happy'd be the sight
Of watching all that ice replace the sea.
So will this winter come and freeze this day?
Or will I thaw, and watch emotions play?
copyright 4 November 2001
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw; Birmingham.