When ice goes slow….

Lillehammer in winter, ice diamonds in the snow
ice feathers on branches show the temperature
is very low

Deep cold in England, garden cobwebs become adorned
with days of hoar frost growth and the spiders
are folorn

The slow magic of ice delights me

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem is a quadrille, it has exactly 44 words. It is posted in response to the prompt over at Dverse tonight. Mish has asked us for quadrilles using the word ice, or words formed from it.


26 thoughts on “When ice goes slow….

  1. I enjoyed the comparison of winter in the two countries. We really don’t know true cold here in the south of England and, although I really hate snow, I’m happy to look out of the window at its beauty, which you captured so well in those ‘ice diamonds in the snow’ and the forlorn spiders with their frozen cobwebs – which I really love to see. Slow magic indeed.

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