The swish and crunch
of ice under skates...

Shadows wrap our world in dread
grasping, clutching souls to tread...

The violent vacuum of space
inhales God's breath...

Drift to sleep beneath the willow weeping.
--slumber under mother's tree...

Crackles, burning opaque blue
waving in an erratic waltz...

The gusting gales rush the white-topped waves
and into jagged cliffs they charge...

I was a sophomore
sitting in science class...