Iceberg Poem

Snow drifts gently down,
spiraling in circles
and drifting down to
lay on the ice. It stretches
as far as the eye can see,
a blank
expanse of white, that
goes on forever,
from horizon to horizon.
The only
features are
the snowdrifts that
pile up in ten-foot tall stacks,
like a great
hunched back
of some strange monster.
Far to the north,
water crashes against the ice,
sending
great sprays up
that drench the snow and
the penguins huddled in their
great circles. A chunk of ice,
bigger than a car, slowly splits
away from the cliffs that rise
high above the water. It
trembles, holding on
by a strand,
then slowly and ominously creaks.
A short sharp
crack later, and
it falls into the sea. The
iceberg releases a rainstorm
of icy seawater,
dousing the surrounding landscape.
It slowly bobs away,
pulled by strange
ocean currents that drag
it away from its home,
off to travel until it
melts to nothingness.