Breaking Ice

The river slips beneath a sheen of ice,

swift to the falls and the crashing

rocks, secret the turmoil

below, the tumbling stones,

tangled roots and branches

ever closer to the precipice

where broken shards rain upward, soaking

the memory of its stoic past

with icy tears.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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2 Responses to Breaking Ice

  1. mamabug says:

    A beautiful vivid, description of that icy river

  2. first50 says:

    secret the turmoil

    below


    amazed by your words, as always

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