Let’s First Take a Look at the Text

All night, the winds foamed waves to ice
That lined the shore at dawn with white.

Those lines of ice, of waves in ice,
Stood up like herds posed poised for flight,

As if all waves were of two minds.
Points shaped like waves yet still as mice.

Then, come the sun, waves rolled the dice
And wet themselves in warm bright fright.

What’s left of all wind’s works of night?
A few bones shine. Light words. Now write.