Testing the soul's mettle,
the frost heaves
holes in the roads
to the heart,
the glass forest
raises up its branches
to praise all things
that catch the light
then melt.
The forest floor is white,
but here & there a boulder rises
with its glacial arrogance
& brooks that bubble
under the sheets of ice
remind us that the tundra of the soul
will soften
just a little
towards the spring.
New England Winter
Erica Jong
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Poem topics: heart, light, spring, white, frost, ice, floor, arrogance, glass, soul, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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