All the long night west winds roar
boom icy shrapnel on the shores:
cannonballs fly, bounce, roll, clatter
ice on ice crunch, bash, shatter.
Curled green walls of glassy jade
smash on pack ice wave on wave
tremble out high icy plumes
fans of white peacock
collapse, resume.
Waves slap hands, gleeful high fives
slam dance back—twist, leap, dive.
Hard daggers dazzle caves of ice—
a crevice opens then
closes like a vice.
Wind waves ice in wild dance.
Lake Michigan ice packs
on a spree.
Angels dressed in red and green
walk the shores
on days like these.
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Be safe,
Karen
God bless you. Kathy
(((HUGS))) and love, and Happy New Year, Karla.
Being from Ohio originally, the title drew me in. Glad I stopped in. :)