Monday, December 17, 2012

Ice Storm

The mist falls all night

all day a gray sky

each green needle

each red berry

each stone

each twig

encased

like

Venetian

millefiore

in a Victorian

paperweight

missing only

the outer globe

of a stark blue sky

shaking sugar white snow

over sun glistened ice

and a snow-day child

gazing upward

outward

beyond

the glass

at myself.











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