Beyond pale, cold blue fingers tunnel snow,
craving still-life sign. Rigid soil bites back,
unforgiving. Claws grip silent frost.
Birds skate circles on chill sky. Exhausted
repetition passes time - reflects on lake,
ice-smooth stuck on zero.
She, frozen to thin hope, shivers.
He, snow-blind, covers winter eyes.
*image: Lilian Broca
