Adrian L. Kerley

I went for a walk on Boxing Day

     where snow piled high

and stacked solid,

     where quiet stalked about

and rested in the woods,

     and a midday sun smoldered,

masked, held captive behind a gray sky,

     and glowed an eerie orange,

enough to touch the frosty white,

     and there, in such a surprising way,

burst forth a brilliant iced display

     of glistening, dazzling, dancing light,

through jewels encrusted with icy whites,

     and overhead,

through silvery limbs,

     the sun shone through as crystal gems.

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 ~fin

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