She weeps,
Weighting the plush hush of winter’s girth
In silvery grief against the earth
Ice tears from Mother Nature’s eye
Ellipses dripping from the sky
Where we would fling our poetry
But for the gray melancholy
As glassy shard emotion rends
A sea of white indifference
© Janet Martin
...a light freezing rain is coating everything in a brittle glaze. The field is full of ice-flowers.
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