Autor unknown. Nikon D850. Edited without permission
What was once green, what was once soft
is now preserved by a sheath of glass.
Where was that lonesome island croft
that trav’lers of the north would pass
as pass you might that oft recalled,
that boreal landscape of your dream
where iced in time, perplexed, enthralled
survives a remnant of a stream?
So full of light so quiet and still
in an afterglow at eventide
that you can bring it back at will,
a view as painful as it’s bright:
an everlasting stream of love
that brought its waters into view,
whose memory cannot be enough
but has to be, alas, to you.