When winter arrives while I'm near you, ice makes roots where your touch neglects.
11/15/2004
I really like this, and it could be made into a tanka very easily. I wonder if ice takes roots, might be considered? Very unique and effective, this poem.
What a beautiful but paradoxical association.Brilliant. All the best.
Ice taking root absent the warmth of touch is such a potent image. Excellent!