December 27, 2022.

hell's frozen over

That creek, frozen at it's sides
looked like a cracked open clear quartz geode
with glittering shades grey and white

At times, it was as if someone was on the other side
Fogging it up like the most beautiful mirror
just to write with their frigid fingertips to show they were here

Just above, icicles that looked like ragged, sharp teeth
hung from the mountainside
and bled small droplets of cold water

black ice on neglected ridge roads
everything under a foot of crunchy snow
and though I can see my breath, I wouldn't dare go back home

Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-12-28 at 08:45

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
this is very good writing. bravo!

i've never regretted reading a poem of yours. even in the poems that don't speak to me right away, there's always something to admire in them: some turn of phrase, some sharp observation, some small nugget of candour & splendour, some evidence of prowess & power.

all best wishes for '23.