Trimmed branches bleed ice,
Gray grass murmurs, discontent.
Clouded dome white weeps.
Rippled water
Reality distorted.
Walking back from class.
Small in a big pond
Standing at a puddle’s edge
Sees upside-down world.
Branches together
Pointing, reaching, kissing tips
Like cathedral doors.
After a day of
Snow and gray, clouds break on the
Horizon, sunset.
Anna Byham