Ice

 

 

It’s a braw

sky

 

iron clad

white cold

 

snow fall

flurries

 

steel lace

crystal perfect.

 

My garden

dreams of

 

spring:

 

earth hums

its bee song:

 

but for today

we’re shuttered

 

east wind from

lost smile

 

freezes all

intention.

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