Beneath snow,
ice — an invisible
layer of danger
Tread carefully
where nature is known
to harden in form
We wander this world
always on the edge
of collapse
This poem was written in response to a prompt at Open Write, with encouragement to observe something and write about it. We are in the aftermath of a winter storm here, and just walking is rather dangerous right now. A layer of thick ice is beneath everything.
Peace (go slow),
Kevin