winter’s eve

glassy-sky
visceral
layers
icebound
permafrost
reflects

tangible
up-ward,
sheet metal
pressed,
compressed arctic
sun

boreal
streak-creased
cloud sweeps
frozen air
stream

waxed
moon
shine
air thin
resin-binding
stripped
viscous strata
swirl

river
evaporated,
titrated
weaving-glacial
strand

plates
stacked,
contract,
cobalt-rail
ice cracked
grind

Barbara, October 2015

Some days.. the air is so frozen it looks like it could be a frozen lake overhead, with all of its layers of cracked ice and mysterious depths. I encountered just such a sky the other day but didn’t have my canon with me so I’ve used this photo from two years ago. I may replace it one day if I can capture that same image that only plays in my memory now. It’s late fall in the Northern hemisphere of our Canadian prairie.. our Winter’s eve.

This is a new form of poetry for me, experimenting after an illuminating Book Club discussion with Diane and friends about all sort of poetic styles and formats. It was more challenging to put together and feels awkward at times, but it was fun experimenting a bit with language.

ever,

Smidge