mid-winter ice falls
in sheets. everything groans
under frigid weight. nothing
stands without risk.
once it stops we emerge
on skates, eyes wide
with wonder as we glide
through tiny clouds of breath.
mid-winter ice falls
in sheets. everything groans
under frigid weight. nothing
stands without risk.
once it stops we emerge
on skates, eyes wide
with wonder as we glide
through tiny clouds of breath.
Awaiting the Images 
Nice article
Gorgeous imagery! This poem really comes alive for me 🙂
Thank you for the comment. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.