Slowly then, but surely, taking the plunge millimetres at a time, unstoppable gargantuan ice giant floeing out to sea. I too, move by increments, stubborn and cold, moving only because there is no going back. But wherever we travel or how slowly, is all beyond our control, and ice ages and global warmings will have us at their mercy at some point, and then again, no doubt, in an aeon or two.
Frozen beauty, cast in the image of your maker, the rain’s patterns swirling in the deep set glass, compacted by the weight of a billion snowflakes. A sloping tidal avalanche, advancing invisibly, made up of so many tiny falls, cascading crystals crowded together for cold, the snowy serendipity encroaching now on all around it.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
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