Ode to Ice Ages
Ten hundred thousand times the Earth has turned Around the Sun that brightly burns In ebbs and flows Ever spinning, tilting, turning; The age of glaciers comes and goes. The ice retreats, the ice expands It creaks and creeps across the lands A frozen beast Slowly grinding, grazing, churning, Carving out the valleys deep. An ever-changing climate, piercing cold and dry With sculpted peaks against the sky A mountain shorn A landscape treeless, bare, eroded, Of all that went before. Colossal creatures roamed the land in herds And Homo sapiens emerged Migrating from afar The human story has unfolded, Driven by the motions of stars.