Ice

I’m typing these up way ahead of time, which occasionally has me wondering. Right now it is December 28th, this is scheduled to be posted on January 12th, will it end up being prophetic? I hope not, it is a rather nice day out today, so I’d hate to predict a nasty cold day for the future.

Ice by Charles G.D. Roberts

When Winter scourged the meadow and the hill
and in the withered leafage worked his will,
the water shrank, and shuddered, and stood still-
Then built himself a magic house of glass,
Irised with memories of flowers and grass,
Wherein to sit and watch the fury pass.

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Ice

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