Such a precarious back and forth
when the temperature hovers
around the freezing mark.
A violence waiting
just offstage, preparing
to force the snapping
of branches, lives even,
not much different than the sloppy
carnage that closes out Hamlet.
8 thoughts on “Iced”
Where the wind at least gives trees a chance, the ice entombs them. The willows out front have lost major limbs to ice.
Serious icing events can be quite terrifying.
You’ve reminded me of the ice storms I have witnessed in Michigan over the years. I like the photo!
Another example of nature’s beauty and sometimes it’s unforgiving power. Great imagery.
It is interesting re: the other bloggers’ comments. The impact of ice. Living in a climate more damp than ice, we get frost as the cold impact experience only. Your imagery gives a great insight to ice impact. Strangely, on first Reader view, the image reminded me of the vascular/capillaries diagrams in the anatomy books I had to learn from. So your first two lines were quite apt really. All the best.
Love your seeing an analogy to the anatomy diagrams… I can see that too.
And I had to go and look up the ending to Hamlet! Cheers and all the best.