The icicles hanging tall,
touching the windowsill,
the lineage forming myriad shapes
inching close to me,
from somewhere up in the skies
and the shroud of white ice
covering the horizons
in a splendor beaconing life
I craned my neck
through the barriers and the cascades
looking for signs of wisdom
an inspiration to write some verse
and then I saw the triangular combed feet
screaming its existence
and it amazed me
of the resilience of creatures
wandering in oblivion
for reasons treasured in the wild
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This is beautifully crafted! Especially love “of the resilience of creatures/wandering in oblivion/for reasons treasured in the wild” 🌸💚
Thanks so much – inspired by the cold. We are battered so badly 😊
I’m Canadian, and it’ll be -24 degrees Celsius (-11.2 Fahrenheit) on Monday. I feel your pain. 🙂
Your situation is worse than me so I shouldn’t complain 😊. Are you Vancouver side or Toronto side of Canada?
Vancouver side, but not Vancouver weather hehe
Lol. Stay warm
Yes the resilience of those creatures sometimes arises so many thoughts.
That is so true. Thanks for your lovely read
It comes to my mind all the times.
True that. Thanks again