Water and Ice

Ice glazes the porch this morning
white crystals shine in early light
My foot slides like a dancer’s
when I empty warm ashes
from last night’s fire

 

 

 

 

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About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, small sculptures—communing with Spirits of the Forest and Field, bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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