the ice falls from the roof_
it crashes_
wet snow_
no one moves_
the lawn does not grow_
nor does it die_
stagnant_
unchanged_
decades go by_
then there in the snow _
the underside
melts
and begins again
the grass under my toes.
crash ice and lay claim
to the the sun and the growth.
excerpt of daily free write 21feb21
image by nicole
Cole 