This week, Sue’s word is Frozen and the stunning image shows a pink and frosty dawn and a path of cracked ice leading towards the horizon…
Evening sun dips
Hiding behind this frozen land
Bathing the ancient fjord
In the pink and purple hues of twilight
This narrow strip of ice, melting its way to the sea
Across the burnt-out bones of a long-forgotten woodland
the echoes of yesterday may still be heard
beside the cracking ice, this frozen pathway beckons.
what if I follow, lose myself to the melt waters?
would my soul return with the next snowfall?