on needles of conifers and deciduous trees
Pose photogenically en masse
Not alone in the wintry world
By the way of
Alice's Looking Glass
Ice crystals etched on cobblestones
Reflects pools of the past
Seemingly vivid and i gasp,
A reaction to the role
in which i have been unwillingly cast
As i stumble under dismal painted skies
Doubting i will survive this bleak season,
Attired in black
of Life's inner reason
Within ice castles stand,
A sample of a Poet's life
In a circle bared to all
beckoning.....
A Renissance depicted
Inside a crytal ball
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