Written in a Calm Snow. 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.