Ice Breath
Is it not true
That it is always the past
We burn to keep ourselves warm?
The young sun
Is on the tops now,
The deep valleys shadowed,
The mists let go, rise and melt away.
One slow hawk
Skims the treetops.
The cold, still sky
Has yet to choose its colour.
Ice will soon breathe,
relax to water,
Struck by the
warm weight
of light.
Those
that have survived
the night
Will stir
and sing.
—
simonhlilly 
Beautiful. Memorable, Simom.
Many thanks, Bonnie! Happy New Year! Xx
Simon, and also to you. Xx
Beautiful words, Simon, to lead us into a new year. All the best to you!
And to you!
Gorgeous photo and words immaculate! Happy New Year Simon and thank you for all the wonderful reads in 2016!
Thank you, Janni! I hope you have a wonderful New Year! Xxx
Love the feeling of the poetry with the image.
Thanks, Steve.
Burning the past to keep warm…that is wonderful!
Taa. Xxx
THAT FROZEN MOMENT
I see you
Icy U
You see me
Icy I
We see we
I to I
The sea we sea
So sure we are
The moment passes
And we
The I, the you I
Emerge marooned once more
Adrift, amazed
Lost among the crowd
N’ice.
Thank you kindly.