with snow comes ice

little faces with voices
sing out to be recorded
by eyes in passing


transportation corridor
interrupted by planes
like birds flying south


always on the edge of formation
find an echo of the emanation
of simple imagination


allowed to have whatever face it likes
the creek will twist the tree
to its own delight


interjected between isolated shapes
designed to integrate fantasy
through the sound of the background


can you find the place
where the water changes states
into a shape of flow


without continually letting go of the internal natural flow the ice will always form where the motion has become frozen