Wednesday, January 02, 2008

The rime of the ancient mariner

A thin layer of winter glazes the Fishermen's Memorial.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

Rhea said...

Very good blog title. I was thinking the same thing this morning. How rime-y it is today.