Prison Poetry

I really enjoyed this poem because it reminded me of Alaska. The imagery amazes me. It makes me really want to appreciate nature. 

Circle

By Martin Williams

To be the melting snow
that bleeds down crevassed mountains
Seeping to ancient roots
And vast pools beneath the earth,
Along the winding veins,
The fast eroding streams
With treasures of metal dust,
Becoming the river that becomes
The rivers, fingers reaching
To halting Lakes of glass
through steep, breaking banks
To be lost at last
In collective seas
Where crawl the All of Life
Sung into the air
In mountainous looming clouds
That fall as rain
And bitter, freezing snow Upon indifferent peaks
And then in deathless
spring
To be the melting snow.