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Ice-bound
Everything is
enrobed in ice
like a wish not to
go outdoors today.
Encased, cloaked,
ensconced, swathed
in a slick, clear casing.
Starting to drip, but then,
restrained immovable; frozen.
Swaddled as we are
wrapped around inside
in fleece and fireside,
immersed and fixated,
going nowhere, covered,
grasped too in the talons
of climatic conditions,
only to eventually thaw,
well watered and honed
by the imposed dormancy
enforced by this enveloping
crystalline consciousness
slowing us to a standstill
transparently delineated
by something larger,
wiser, and beyond.
Polly Castor
1/20/2019
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3 Comments
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Glorious photos, Polly. Thank you!
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Beautiful Polly! Nature truly deserved a poem for that. It is just magical outside!
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Special words
The illusion of bound
Later thawed dripping
Giving drink to the thirsty
Thx
Bonnie Bannon
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