We rise to weak sun in porcelain skies.
Blizzards have gathered and frost lies
hard under thick white blankets: a landscape
of sleeping giants, mountains and steppes.
Snow feathers land on a bare black hedge
where, Christmas card cute, with sharp black eye
and red breast burning against the snow,
a robin reminds us that this winter’s day
will end in a sunset’s fiery glow.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Micro Poetry: Fire and Ice
Kerry is our host this weekend and she has shared a wonderful quote by Friedrich Nietzsche: “It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book.” She has also shared a poem by Robert Frost, entitled ‘Fire and Ice’, which consists of just nine lines.
Our challenge is to write a poem of no more than ten lines, with ‘Fire and Ice’ as the frame of reference.