
Winter’s Iron Maiden
A return home
to ice, sleet, and snow.
Shoes squeak,
breath folds and gasps.
How still the air.
The winter sky
presses us under its
iron maiden.
Written for Twiglets “Returned Home”.
Winter’s Iron Maiden
A return home
to ice, sleet, and snow.
Shoes squeak,
breath folds and gasps.
How still the air.
The winter sky
presses us under its
iron maiden.
Written for Twiglets “Returned Home”.
I suspect you see more than we do.
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No snow here, so far this season, but I can feel that winter cold from here inside my home. Nicely done.
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Thanks, Arcadia. Lovely name, by the way.
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I can relate. We’re babysitting again so no choice but to move around and around and around!
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