Frozen Fox

as it is

as stopped as the silence after

a crash, you work through

the snow, the pines serious

and watching,you stumble disjointed,

unhealed. The clockwork slows

and suffers the pain of half water,

for your eyes are shaded in

the ice-light, blue and unforgiving

as the wind gets harsher 

Reviews

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

simple yet believable depiction of determination over here; nice work

[Valentine]

It is a miracle how God's little creatures survive the winters. Valentine

[Coyote Song]

As I red this poem, I saw the fox struggling along, wounded somehow yet still going. A harsh situation for sure. A powerful impressive write.

[Robert Haigh]

Poetic imagery from start to finish here. Bleak and doleful, but highly poetic. A good write.

[Tina Kline]

A very powerful poem. I get a sense of sadness and the cold weather as causing the death of the fox, or perhaps something else, as it tries to live in the harsh wintertime.