Iced

Through winters bite
The bars hang
Trapping the spirit
That longs for
Seasons of sun.
Ice drips
Frozen moment of time
Glistening with waves
Layers of days.
Translucent decoration
The house hangs her own
By natures hand
Festive pillars
Of winters breath.

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16 thoughts on “Iced

  1. Most definitely about winter. So bleak…started too early this year and has set the stage a lot of days for the prison like blues. Icicles are pretty but when one hits your shoulder you realize how heavy those buggers are esp. With the bruise left behind.😬

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  2. We get tons of,them, they come then melt then come again. All winter long, which here is always a very long span of time ❄️⛄️ that’s why we like the sun so much more☀️

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