Etheree II

I didn't like this form much at first. Now I think it's appropriate to some subjects.

Snow
sliding
gathering
momentum, now
flowing like rivers
thundering avalanche
sweeping forests before it—
sweeping everything before it—
whole landscapes swallowed in white roaring!
Slowly, silence returns to the mountain.

Etheree

This is an etheree. It's not a form I'm crazy about, but writing one is a good challenge.

I
(seashell
full of surf)
echo always
the music of home.
Wavelike voices whisper
through the chambers of my heart
through the listening silences
that shadow the thickets of my mind.
I can’t be parted from my memories.