
On Ice
Fool that I am,
to take to the fields.
Trotting ponies
and rushing streams.
Follow my heart onto
sullied paths, muddied
with slips, slides
and jeopardies.
I’m antsy for warmth,
long sunny days, but
fool that I am, dressed
by cloudless skies.
Fickle January,
and its perfect ice.
Written forΒ Miz Quickly’s Day 9: Errors,Β Photo © Cecilia Mary GuntherΒ and used with permission with grateful thanks.Β Poem Β©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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