Mine Breaks Bright
As long as the ice lasts, I'm dreaming. It's my kind of cold, encapsulated in a coat of solid ice, every thorn on this rose bush blunted. You can't scratch me for trying, but I've got to shiver to enjoy it, and there's nothing stinging like freezing rain. It's the weather recreating my sense of place, upending anything familiar, new for a few hours. Limbs dancing to sharp music played by makeshift chimes, timed to gusts of wind. Warmth coming hard on a southblown breeze, it'll be gone like it never was by morning. But my mind breaks bright to what shatters the cracking quiet, hands full of pieces of peace again. Something to set your dark eyes shining before nightfall. I blinked once, and it was gone.
February 7, 2020
Beaconsfield, Nova Scotia
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Mine Breaks Bright
As long as the ice lasts, I'm dreaming. It's my kind of cold, encapsulated in a coat of solid ice, every thorn on this rose bush blunted. You can't scratch me for trying, but I've got to shiver to enjoy it, and there's nothing stinging like freezing rain. It's the weather recreating my sense of place, upending anything familiar, new for a few hours. Limbs dancing to sharp music played by makeshift chimes, timed to gusts of wind. Warmth coming hard on a southblown breeze, it'll be gone like it never was by morning. But my mind breaks bright to what shatters the cracking quiet, hands full of pieces of peace again. Something to set your dark eyes shining before nightfall. I blinked once, and it was gone.
February 7, 2020
Beaconsfield, Nova Scotia
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You can support my work
get things in the mail
and see everything
first on Patreon