Black Ice is the Leveler
The ice changes everything. I did not see it, but wow, did I feel it as I slipped on it, losing my balance twice. I caught myself both times. Excited that I did not fall. Oops. Another patch. I almost go down. But aha! Ice zero. Me three. Tricky ice. Always the boss. I give her the attention she deserves.
lively winter dance
black ice is the leveler
please give her her due
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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