Winter grins
a wide, wicked smile
sharp, iridescent teeth
sparkle in the play
of sunlight between
dark, sullen clouds:
a cold, frozen grin.
The icicles bite
with the bitter taste of frost.
Darlene Moore Berg
This morning the site of falling flakes and frigid temperatures greeted our travel time. I think we'll postpone an hour or two and hope the roads get cleared.
1 comment:
Lovely and graphic, Darlene:
"a wide, wicked smile / sharp, irridescent teeth..."
Beautiful picture too, and wishing you safe travel!
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