….
We watch the night
breeze knead the
trees, throw snow
into the inky creek
above, ice pick points
against a tiny moon scar
and stars strewn
loose like scattered
flame, heaven’s bright
delivered brood.
We hold questions
like snowflakes
on frozen tongues,
wait for sunrise, summer,
something;
moments meant
for bigger skies and
brighter tangents.
…
I dig the second stanza – it speaks to me. : )
Clever use of those tricky words. And so clean and precise! Love it.
Brilliant! This is my absolute favorite of all the wordles I’ve read this week. You managed to make those pesky words work for you.
Thank you so much, all. I am on vacation in Florida, and having trouble keeping up.
Brilliant!!!!!! Breeze knead the trees, questions like snowflakes on frozen tongues… brilliant
“We hold questions
like snowflakes
on frozen tongues,”
Beautiful!