The Old Crossroad, Ice Pond

Down by the edge of the earth
Where its starting, the long decline
As the ice, that stood until spring
All my sorrows bring

The great white rock, left by glacier gone
Where the ravens roost, on ice pond
A wood fire burns to ambers, and doesn’t
Last to long
Rolling Thunder, Heavenly Father come on
~ Ice Pond

My eyes see slight movement, without
A single sound, the sun it beams
Through window screens and moves
Along the ground
Into gray evening shade, takes it’s toll
of what is paid.

I can not imagine, how great my cost
Of all the time and love, I’ve lost
Winter steals my lifes' blood, with its final frost
Rolling Thunder, Heavenly Father, come on
~ Ice Pond.