Sound of Ice Underfoot
(In the style of Gushi Wuyan Poetry)
Cold light strikes the fractures,
Dragons dart across the ice.
Steps slow, wind draws tight,
Heart sinks with cracking cries.
One snap splits a thousand hills,
Ten thousand trace its path.
The shattering is rarely fear —
The ice singing to itself.
Written for Poetic Blooming “The Sound of ___”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
It's Still Life 
Your comments are always welcome