There the drifts crackled in protest where he stood,

and the sun glared His radiance from His just throne,

just as the Glacier God, for that was what He was,

basked in the polished light of polar transcendence.

And below lurked the Hidden One of the abyss,

whose only and needed weapon was mystery.

And then the mighty Wind, fierce and true at his back,

forcing him...

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They come from the Himalayas,

From the Russian Steppes,

The Norwegian pine forests ……. running, running, running.

Faster than sound,

Colder than glass,

Harder than rock,

Over the pond

Onto the steps,

Up to the windows,

To bush, twig and grass.

The garden quivers,

Clamps the bud to bark,

The insect to leaf ….. leaf glues tight to leaf, to leaf, to ...

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