I’m piled high,
ice mountains shifting within.
Outside there’s gentle light,
velum fraying into blue.
But reach into my heart and I am fierce as
a snow lioness
roaring above a churn of lead.
Laid like the first snows of winter,
drifting, flocculating, forming:
I evolve forever.
Nebulous on a hot afternoon
I forge a head of thunder
fed with a river of ice
scalding through sinking air.
I can eat an aircraft, tear it to pieces
with my updrafts, my downdrafts. My
I am more than a thousand bombs
Ready to rain down on you
But what happens to me after the
After I’ve downloaded, drenched out.
When I’ve filled the present but have no future.
When I have been
© Laura Parker 2023