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.
Iced
Krater Café
Words and Images by Richard Reeve
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.
Thanks Allie.
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.