Ice-land

Iridescent shadows play tag in the cradle of the snow mounds

while washboard ripples of ice build along the hillside.

The skeleton-like trees stand guard over the empty forest as tiny creatures scurry beneath them seeking shelter from old Jack Frost.

The people, entombed in a world of warmth in their rows of die-cut houses and picket fenced prisons, sit and wait;

They watch for signs of life, highlights of green amidst a land of grey.

Star-studded snowflakes keep falling across the plains

 seeking to mimic the alignments of the godly night-time sky

and jaded yellow daffodils patiently await their debut. 

 

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

what a beautiful picture you have painted here...just brilliant...

[An owl on the moon]

This is such a beautiful, moving write, taking us across the winterscape... covered in wondrous white and waiting to come alive in vibrant spring colors. Your glimpses bring the world alive. Amazing flow and imagry!