Monday, August 31, 2009

Glass Stage

Winter chills shift and thrive once more

Ice begins growth, brittle and thin

And her feet tremble on the shore

Her back thrusted by freezing winds

The grass behind stands still and pale

Crisply frozen in yesterday

Its touch and smell begin to fail

As she blindly walks on today

Across the river lake so slow

She shuffles on the clear glass stage

As her frozen aching fears grow

Tranquil faces observe her cage