Ice:
dreaded by drivers
and a curse to power lines
still
it has its own
mesmerizing
beauty
and its own
music
as it clicks and clackles
on coated branches
in the wind
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Life and writing, serious and humorous, old and young, past and present: it's all part of the fabric.
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke