Snow covers the ground.
Magic ice castles are on a crystalline surface.
Cold air nips at all senses, glide on to the setting.
Friction over the ice.
As ice curls and cuts on shiny blades.
(rock over and bite)
Bodies bent radially, flexing of knees,
cut into the ice.
Into another world . . .
Descend . . .
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
2 years ago