"Winter's Hand"
poem written based upon this image for online poetry class
whispering ice-lit night turns ever so radiant air in its blue glow settles into quiet depth the land rises like an ornate palace of frost pillars of ice lifting themselves into a silvery chamber the air glows with cold resonance, a breath-built hall a quiet cathedral of frost gathers around the traveler balanced limbs, delicate icicles — a tree hushed in spirit leaning toward the sojourner with a soft crystalline voice its presence near, carved by winter’s hand asking what deep truth the traveler is ready to see
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