Mirror, Mirror, frosted pane,
Frozen glass of snow’s domain,
Is this reflection true to me?
A frozen heart in frothy sea,
condemned to lie in icy form,
forgetful of a world that’s warm;
frigid with unbending stare,
becoming one with Arctic air.
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Nice text and picture. I like very much.
Merci! 🙂
So delicate, so soft, so pure… wonderful poem, Melody.
🙂 Thank you!
Wonderful frozen flow to this, Melody! Thank you!
Thanks Debbie! 🙂
This is a truly gorgeous photo, Mel–and I don’t think poet hearts are capable of freezing that cold. We get hurt, back off–then grab hold of the hand of LOVE, and are back at it again (knowing full well the black ice beneath…).
Winter is so long…it’s so easy to freeze.
Very Nice posting and Interesting.
I like to challenge my thinking – it is great to have readers such as yourself along for that ride!