Winter’s at its lowest ebb,
with branches bare against low skies
and frost crisp at the river’s edge.
Dawn carves grooves into the ice
formed on the garden pond,
where grass seeds are petrified
into brittle frozen fronds.
Early morning has been captured
in a sparkling silver sculpture.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: How are you feeling today? and ,linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Lill is hosting this Tuesday’s poetics, her last time hosting until mid-February. She asks how we’re feeling today and then invites us to get our groove on by writing a poem that includes the word ‘groove’ or a form of the word in the body of the poem.