Ice Storm

All night, owls hid

and wolves trembled

while the wind

howled and hurled

its icy breath

over the world

until the pale

sun cast its cold

still light over white

laced hills, and the day

shimmered, brighter

than in summer.


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“Ice Storm” (Reprinted from Dreams of a Wingless Child, by Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark,

© 2007; Photo by Bivenne Harvey Staiger © 2019





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