Fern

To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
Appear to lift up from the lake;
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
Place of absorbing snow, itself to be
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
Billows the fog, cloaks
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
Appear to lift up from the lake;
M�re and P�re Chose are walking away from the
Snow haze gleams like sand.
Place of absorbing snow, itself to be
In the sound of the snow. What the countless
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
�The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
Billows the fog, cloaks