When Frozen Glaciers Weep.

When Glaciers weep!

What marvelous air

must be captured there

locked within each 

crystallized tomb of time

where perhaps trapped inside each

massive hulk of ice

lies the last

condensed breath

of a woolly mammoth

with the flesh remnants of

his final journey perserved

plus the scents of an

ancient flower budding,

or the musk of early 

man tainted with

the woodsmoke of

prehistoric fires

mingled with odors 

from the wild game

of an extinct herd

roasted eons ago and 
devoured with graciousness 

for the kills then were

brutal and often cost lives

All of this  rendered 

into meat scraps

all frozen into molecules

that are now slowly released

with the melting and

the sloughing off

of their prison.

perhaps there is some

long extinct plant

that holds the cures 

to the many diseases 

that plague our modern world

Perhaps the bodies of

Adam and eve 

and the Garden of Eden.

where swept away intact

in some Ice age 

glacier movement

that receeded and stole paradise

far to the north.

It is almost

akin to the crocuses

that sleep beneath the snow, 

in my tiny corner

of the world

until the sun warms,

and erodes

their frosted blankets,

and they once

again emerge

as in all the

years before

to reign supreme.

These marvelous behometh

mountains of ice are sadly, 

slowly melting away 

as global warming

erases their very existence

I have never walked on or 

climbed these frozen 

time capsules  to ponder 

what ,marvel might 

lie deep beneath

thier frigid depths.

But perhaps some day

I will find a way

before they are all gone

melted into the seas with 

all of their perfectly 

preserved secrets lost

forever for us all.