The Cold Earth Slept Below

The Cold Earth Slepth Below

The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around,
With a chilling sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow
The breath of night like death did flow
Beneath the sinking moon.

The wintry hedge was black;
The green grass was not seen;
The birds did rest
On the bare thorn’s breast,
Whose roots, beside the pathway track,
Had bound their folds o’er many a crack
Which the frost had made between.

Thine eyes glow’d in the glare
Of the moon’s dying light;
As a fen-fire’s beam
On a sluggish stream
Gleams dimly—so the moon shone there,
And it yellow’d the strings of thy tangled hair,
That shook in the wind of night.

The moon made thy lips pale, beloved;
The wind made thy bosom chill;
The night did shed
On thy dear head
Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie
Where the bitter breath of the naked sky
Might visit thee at will.

Photo by: FramedByNature
Photo title: Deep Blue Blizzard II
Poem title: The Cold Earth Slept Below
Poem Provided by: CZ
Location: Spearfish Canyon, Black Hills, South Dakota

RainBow Cloud

RainBow Cloud

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.

Photo by: So Bad SO Good
(and yes, this is real)
Location: The Himalayas
Quote by: Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Cloud”
Quote provided by: CZ