quietly in the dark
in condensed wet outside
tiny spires of ice
grew together in clusters
reaching, reaching far
into the sharp night air
before being blunted
by the inevitable sun
now gently filling
the clearest of skies
ice castles
love letters from abroad ~ BNWXXVI
from the wild world beyond, remembering all that is precious about you and that glorious home by the Kwoorabup we share… dare you to write back … 'love has no other hands to work with than yours'. :)
