Wednesday, January 6, 2010



Gliding so slowly down the mountain side.
Leisurely, languid, see it glide.
Almost motionless, but not quite.
Carving a pathway, left and right.
Icy, sparkling, petrified stream;
Every facet seems to gleam.
Rivers fed by the melting ice
Will fill the paddy-fields with rice.


Dave King said...

Clever, entertaining and worth re-reading.

FranE said...

Felt the movement.
You scared me, I thought I had lost your link.
Keep on writing. It is a pleasant visit for me.

jfb57 said...

How clever and such a great one for the theme!

Anonymous said...

They have always seemed so elegant to me!

Splendid Little Stars said...

What a fun poem!
I have hiked to a glacier--quite something to see up close!

storybeader said...

great flowing poem! {:-D

Lmkazmierczak said...

Glaciers are a great subject...they did a lot to form our USA your rhymes♫♪

Judie said...

You know, of course, that I adore the clever flow of this one. I have visited glaciers in Canada many times, so I could actually feel that flow.

anitamombanita said...

It was glaciers for me this week too! Loved this!

H said...

A very effective poem :)

Jenny said...


This was lovely and chilling and so vivid!

Another glorious piece of writing from the great RR!

Thank you for linking.