Hot Spring Beholds Frost

Hot Spring Beholds Frost

Too deep a hot spring beneath sublime frost
Too warm to frost-too deep to freeze
Yet at the edges creeps the ice
While heat and gases from middle earth
Gasp in awe and wonder at the cold
And gaze in stupid amazement
At the decorations of the frost on grass
While tumults from unknown regions
Stir the bottom of the pool
An upward draft of warm against cold
Lifts a freezing sparrow away from the earth
As the steam like smoke billows towards the sun
Only to freeze and fall as snow.

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