Icing

Snow blew in over sea

wind straight from Siberia

snuffed the sounds of night;

fox bark, owl hoot, bat flight.

 

Dawn was kind this time

myriad sparkle coloured snow

white blossom cascading from

my tree.

 

A perfect dusting of sky ice

lingered on the virgin snow,

wires hung heavy insulated

out of sight & the rooftops

 

lost their dowdy light

morphing to white dove feathers

leaving me, wide awake, see through

snapping at the brink of the year.

 

Determined this time to settle in,

bunk down, search for light

determined this year to hold my nerve

& hang on tight.

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